I guess… I love you.

I guess I’m too late again,

Too late to tell you how safe you made me feel all those years ago, when you were the only one I could hold on to.

 I never told you that I made it thanks to you and my family only, but family are stuck to you when you choose to be stuck with me. 

I never said thank you for holding my hand, listening to me and caring, caring about me when even I gave up on myself. 

I guess it’s too late to tell you that I think I’m in love with you, now that you have your life and probably someone you love and care for instead of me.

I have no right to tell you that now, I guess it would be selfish….