I love you. Asshole.
Nothing has been the same since you’ve been gone.
Please give me another chance.
I’m sorry. I know it’s my fault, but it’s just really hard to put my pride aside and admit that to you.
I act the way I do because I’m really insecure. I wish you could understand that.
I’m only jealous because I love you and I wish you could understand this and could be okay with me loving you as much as I do while still embracing my flaws. I promise I’m working on it.