Ever since you told me your best friend has found a new girlfriend, and that you think he sounds like he's fallen in love, I relate it back to us.

You tell me that his previous girlfriend loved him more than he loved her and that he would talk to you ocassionally but this new girl comes along, he rarely talks to you now yet shows you how beautiful her voice is.

And so ever since that I think to myself, God I really love this man maybe more than he loves me and is it some kind of foreshadowing that I'm going to be replaced by some girl you cannot stop talking about?

It's these thoughts that start eating me alive when all I see from you is hardwork and devotion. Yet still, my insecurities or overthinking or an intuition, is driving me on the verge of insanity.

"I want you to be happy in whatever in life that you choose to do...

If that doesn't say I care about you, no matter what I do, what I say, you will never be happy." This is what you told me.

I am my own poison. Out of fear. Out of abandonment. Out of loss.

I don't want to lose you.