I started thinking about how he’s never fucked up and how she’s never had to question his loyalty, and I realized that while I will always love her, I can’t control if she loves me or not, and that threw me into a fucking tailspin of negative thoughts. I told myself I’d be happy with whatever she would give me, but that’s not the truth. Anything less than all of her will never be enough.
Uh he got y’all kicked out the first time you went to her house by insulting her!
