fake it

How come later these days everything I write about you is sad? Weren’t you supposed to be the love of my life? The one that makes everything better in ways that I couldn’t even imagine? Weren’t I supposed to make you happy at all times and be the one part of your life that you could actually take for granted. You can always take eme for granted, I’m as easy as I look.

You are the love of my life and I would never leave you because I am so afraid of being without you and too selfish to risk letting you go and having you realising that you can have so much better than me. But besides that I don't know how much you want me here or need here, or maybe you just want me here because you are somehow self-destructive.

You tell me to stay with you but I feel like I’m the only one winning in this relationship. I know I’d never break up with you but how much more can you handle before you get tired of me too?

I told you why I’m with you, I told you how ou are just so much better than anyone else and how everything sounds better when you say it and every place is nicer when you’re there and how you exist beautifully. But you just told me I was the only one ou didn’t get tired of, and I don’t know if that’s enough for a relationship like ours.

Are we fake for you?