TO: RR
I love you with every piece of my piece of shit heart.
It may have been broken before and some pieces are still on the floor, just know that every piece, beats for you.
You are the suture to my wounded heart. You became the healer of what's broken. You are continuously picking up the pieces and putting them back together. Thank you, my love. I am grateful.
You probably don't know this, but now you do.
I love you with every piece. I am also trying to make my heart better because you deserve more than just pieces. You deserve my whole, unbroken heart. This doesn't mean that I don't love you as a whole. I love you, I really do. What I mean is that you deserve more than me having trust issues, doubts and the anxiety that you will eventually leave me. No. You don't deserve these doubts because, you are good. By God, you are so good that sometimes I don't feel like I don't deserve you because I never had anything good in my life. Until you.
Just know that I love you. Yes, I am a mess sometimes. Yes, I am sometimes unkind to you. But I love you. I love you with all of my piece of shit heart. I don't show and say it much but I do love you. Please, be patient. I'm still trying to piece myself back together and you're helping me with it. I don't want to lose the only good thing in this life.
I cherish you above anything else in my life.
-f
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Monday, May 1, 2017
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woooh shettt booyyy i thought i was number one hahaha
lesson learned: do not assume unless otherwise stated
edit: unless otherwise shown by action
lesson learned: do not assume unless otherwise stated
edit: unless otherwise shown by action
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