Depression Is My Kryptonite

First and Last

That doubt keeps filling my head with questions, so many that I can't even separate them sometimes, they just bundle together in a big mess. Waves keep hitting, making me feel like I'm going to cry even though I'm so happy, I've been so much happier lately. I guess I just can't get out of my own way and embrace this amazing person that I love so much without having to bug him all the time and making him reassure me that he does love me back. It's probably annoying. I know. I'm annoying. Yet, he still hasn't given up. He claims that he's not going to give up. Which makes my heart flutter even more than usual. He's sweet and loving and he cares and I can tell that he cares, so I should probably stop doubting him all the time. But I guess I just need the reassurance sometimes, I just need to hear him say it, I need for him to pointlessly argue that he loves me while I giggle and laugh because I love hearing it. But I'll stop if it bothers him. I'd stop everything if it bothered him. I don't want to scare him off, he's the best thing that's happened to me so far. I can't remember a time that I've ever felt this loved and this great. He's a first. There's a first for everything and I want him to be my last, too. I don't want him to go anywhere without me. But I don't want to hold him back either. And I want him to know that I'm always here for him too and that I apologize when I become a pest. Although, he may have to get used to it because I'm not going anywhere. He's stuck with me now, like it or not.