I could diagnose myself about now. About how I'm so used to being let down by men that I stopped believing in anything they say-- to protect myself. You don't know the half of me. The nights my Dad was arrested and would chase me around the house threatening to kick my ass because I was being a little bitch. You don't know those things and you don't know how I feel unloved by you by your lack of words or genstures.
I'm sorry I seek for reassurance. If I don't ask I know what I'll do. I'll give up on this all just so I don't feel so unsure, and you're the last thing that I want to lose tonight.
You have this way of wrapping yourself around my heart and I just can't bare the thought of tearing you away!
xoxo My darling, I will pray for you!