September 17th, 2019
It's our anniversary. We have been together for one year and three months now. I remember the last time I loved someone before you—the words they would say to me at night made me cry. I want to fix myself for you. I want to be a better me. When I sit here and think, I know you don't love me. How could you love me? I want to control, and I want all your attention. If you were to leave, I'd look for you. I would have to. I love you so much, and I can't lose you to anyone else. You do love me, right? If you love me, you shouldn't leave then. Maybe I'm just in my head; you've never shown any signs of going. You give me sweet butterfly kisses. You say I am the moon to your sun. The way you play with my hair after a long day. The way you cuddle up in my chest. All the "I love yous" with the biggest smile ever. Maybe, just maybe, you do love me.
Love,
Your Dream
