I know

I know it won’t last. I know you are too good for me. You don’t understand what is happening in my brain and I don’t even understand it. You brush it off and I’m stuck here, a mess, just trying to make it through. I had to leave work early so I didn’t break down in the middle of my job today. It’s too much sometimes. Just way too fucking much and I need you and you aren’t giving me the response I need to push through it. Why do I love you so much?