Sometimes I wonder, why did you choose me? Out of all the people that you could have, you chose me. I look at myself in the mirror. I'm afraid of what I see. I'm afraid of what I'm capable of. I don't want to hurt you. I want to love you the way you deserve to be loved.
I look at myself in the mirror, and I think, you could have chosen someone that's better looking than me. You deserve more than just plain old me. I'm the image of someone who shouldn't be loved by you.
I will happily take the chance to love you greatly. I will only love you, and no one else.
