It occurred to me tonight that I don’t think that anyone has ever loved me as much as you do. It made me feel good, but then immediately terrified. Because although you say that there’s nothing that I could do or nothing that could possibly happen to change your love for me, I still think there is. I don’t know what it is yet is the problem. You always ask me, “you know I love you no matter what?” And I lie through my teeth and say yes. “Yes, of course.” Maybe I’m just afraid that one day you will see me exactly as I see me. We dreamed up a whole entire life for ourselves and you’re tired of waiting to start it. You want more and I’m closed off. Barely giving you a piece of what you want of me. I don’t know how to let go and be all in. But I want to.