When I'm with you, I cry.
Why do I cry? You may ask.
Simply because of my past.
Because I've been hurt.
Because I believed that no one really loved me because no one knew what love really was.
I thought you were just another middle school/high school relationships that was only gonna last a year or less.
But you stayed, and you stayed because you wanted too.
So again, I am sorry that I break down at random times. I'm sorry that you always have to wipe my tears away. I am sorry that I feel you're just gonna one day up and leave, but you have to understand that something has made me mentally think that way and that something is my past.
