Have all of me. We all know that’s terrifying, and it should scare the shit out of me. I’m thrilled by this, and yet I feel safe. How could I have fallen so quickly and still stayed so deeply in love after all of this time?
The truth is that I think too much about my past, but, maybe as much as I do that, I think about yours, too (I’m sure everyone writing in this format, on this anonymous place, is guilty of over-thinking), and I hate that I do that. I can shake my own past, magically, after all of this time, but now, I have to shake yours, too. You never did anything wrong – you always did right by anyone, and that is exactly it.
I want to feel as though I am it – your number one choice in all this world, in all your life, then and now. I want to feel wholly as though you would choose me and now over whoever and then.
Everyone has their insecurities, I just don’t know if I’ve ever felt it this way.
I love you. You could have entered any time in my life, and been immediately it – you did show up, randomly, and I knew.
It really is as if I dig for things to feel unsure about, to feel insecure about. I can’t help it when you’re everything, and when I only fall more and more in love with you with each moment that passes.