You don't know how big of a deal it is to me that what I am and what I do is, in his words, more than enough and everything he wants. I can't do very much at all. And who I am is..... unlike other people in a way that can be less. But he doesn't see it that way. He sees me as the complete opposite. Not less but more.
Not to start crying again but all I wanted from the day we met was for him to be happy. It's overwhelming for me, who can do hardly anything, to be the sole reason he's still alive and the sole reason he's happy and the sole reason he dreams again and can get through it all and etc etc and I don't even do anything I don't even do anything but he's like no no you do everything, i dont need anything more from you.
Fuck. gonna start bawling.
i was never enough even--or especially--for people who were better off. he goes through so much and yet i am a life changer. me. the sickly girl who was always stucj alone in her room.
to see him so happy. so so happy. yes i love you. i love you. i love you.