The thing is…I love him. Its just the whole me problem. I have too many problems in my life that i call him up about thinking he can just take me away, but he cant all the time. When he can’t is when i wonder if i only love him for the way he takes me away and makes me happy, but only when we’re alone…I dont know what I feel and i’m afraid i don’t love him the way i should, the way he deserves.
i think whats wrong with the world is that we are all too busy destroying ourselves to love one another