I think I’d sacrifice more than I’d like to admit for one person. I used to think that makes me not independent, but now I think it’s a good thing. I love him as much as I love myself, and more than I ever thought I could. There isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do to make him happy. Love love loooooove
Why is this suddenly so fucking hard?? I can’t even sleep I’m so damn caught up in worrying and wishing I could know how much is reciprocated.