Fuck that made me cry
You’re someone I need. Someone I want. Someone I trust. You’re everything. Words said out of anger aren’t true. I never mean it. And I’m trying my hardest to be better to you.. You can’t give up on me. Not now. Not when I’m actually putting in all my effort. Yeah I fuck up sometimes, or a lot. I don’t know. I’m not exactly perfect. I’m nowhere near it.
But I can’t imagine anything without you , without your voice or your laugh or your flawless face and body. I can’t even imagine anything without your tears, so I can comfort you the way I do sometimes. We’re a mess sometimes, baby, but we’re good for each other. I honestly wish you could see yourself from my eyes, and so you could see how much I love you.
I think about you every moment of every day , and the simple thought of losing you hurts like hell. And I don’t want to do that again. I don’t want to be without you, and your charming and sarcastic self every day. I love every single little bit of you, and who you are. I don’t even want to be without the arguments. And the thought of you with someone else, and the thought of another man hugging you or kissing you, and making you laugh and happier than I ever do, is just completely painful. I’d be stupid to let you go. I might be selfish, but I don’t want you to be with anyone else. I want you everyday. I want to make you as happy as I possibly can. You’re my monkey, Charlene. Forever.
And I love you. And I know you love me too.