I don’t trust you. I haven’t for a second of our relationship. The things you say you won’t do. Things you say you haven’t done. I don’t believe a word of it. I love you. I’m not going anywhere. But I don’t trust you. I’m almost positive you’ve cheated on me. Your fake crying and half-assed apologies aren’t doing anything for me. It hurts, but not as much as it would to lose you, so I’m not going anywhere. I don’t believe you when you say you don’t have feelings for Jules. I don’t believe you when you say you weren’t happy with Katie. I don’t believe you when you say you think I’m the most beautiful girl in the world. I don’t trust you. The idea of you being away from me for a second kills me. Not only because I need you, but because I don’t know what, or who, you’re doing when we’re not together. Maybe this will be the downfall of our relationship. Maybe I’ll suck it up and get over the fact that we’ll spend time apart and the whole time you’re gone, I’ll be freaking out over the fact that I don’t know what you’re doing. Even if you tell me, It won’t matter anyway. I won’t believe you, because I don’t trust you. And I don’t think I ever will.