4/19

I care about everything. I care about how you feel, and what you hate. I may not show it, but when you’re hurting, I’m hurting. I get so upset when I think that I could have caused you any grief. I’m so proud of you. For everything. I’m Sorry that I’m irrational, exasperating, and completely out of my mind sometimes. I apologize. I want you to know that I need you, yet I find myself trying so hard to make you see how amazing you are, how you could do so much better than me, you deserve someone more whole than me, yet you stay…and that means more than you could ever know. Could it really be love?