What in bloody hell is wrong with me?
I have everything in the world to be happy about. I'm not lacking anything.
Or am I?
I'm so bloody tired of putting on this front. Smiles hurt after a while when you don't mean them. Seems like all I do is worry or stress or assume or get defensive. When the hell did I start getting so serious? I bore myself.
It's usually just me creating these problems in my head, but.....I'm getting tired of it.
What I really need to do is stop worrying about what other people think, and stop being so afraid to speak up.
It's not anyone else. It's all me.
Anna, because I know you, I know you'll worry, so please don't think that this has anything to do with you.
When you have to look away, when you don't have much to say, that's when I love you.
I love you just that way.
To hear you stumble when you speak, or see you walk with 2 left feet. That's when I love you.
I love you endlessly.
Cause here's my promise made tonight: You can count on me, alright. That's when I love you. When nothing you do can change my mind. The more I learn, the more I love. The more my heart cant get enough. That's when I love you, when I love you no matter what.