I would have loved you. More than I have ever loved anyone else. With a kind of love that wraps you up like a blanket at night— and makes you breathe out easy after a long, tiring day and your chest swell with a warm sense of happiness. A kind of love that would take us to the ends of the earth, my hand interlocked in yours. A seemingly invincible love, that we only hear about in stories. But enough with this daydreaming. Because this too is just a story. A story that’s been left open for too long and no amount of dreaming can give life to these words of mine. So this is where it ends. This is where you and I end. Although I would have loved you, if you only could have loved me too.