Looks like I have this sign on my forehead that says “use me however the fuck you want”. And when I stop playing by your rules I’m not good for you anymore.
I do feel you. And you don’t taste anything like him.
And it scares me sometimes because I love you so much. And when I think that I couldn’t love you any more, I get this warm fuzzy feeling and I love you even more. And that scares me even more.
And I’m sorry for what I’ve put you through last year, but I’m really really happy that you stuck around. You’re still here today, after one year of my ups and downs, and I have no freaking idea how I deserved that. And I’m scared that you’ll leave me one day, because you’ll get tired of me. And I have no idea what I’ll do then.
I love you. And I’m scared. And I’m sorry.