May 8, 2014
I love you.
I love how you tell me I'm beautiful. I love how you ask me how my day was. I love how you stay up all night just to talk to me. I love how you make laugh. But I can't seem to love you. Love you like the way you love me. Everytime you do those things that I love, I always wish it was him doing it. Not you. He would usually describe how ugly I am, who notices every flaw on my face. He who has only asked how my day is once. He who barely makes an effort to talk to me on the phone. He who has those corny jokes. He who loves me despite everything. I just wish he could see how much I've sacrifice and how much more I can give up for him. Because I really appreciate how much he loves me.