I wonder what it’s like to have someone fall for you. And I mean really fall for you. Not just they want to get in your pants because they think you’re attractive. But be consumed with every little piece of you. The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you just exist. To everyone in love: you don’t know how lucky you are.
I have so much anxiety about every aspect of my relationship now. I tend to over think so much, I upset myself when everything should be perfectly fine. He’s cheated once, just like every other ex, and I don’t have enough trust left to tell myself that he won’t do it again. I wish I could.