I have this tendency to always push people away from me. I push and push and push them sof ar away and see whetehr or not they come back. When they do come back, I think they are worth everything to be with. But I can’t help but ask myself, why me? Out of all the people you could be with, why am I the one fortunate enough to end up with you? I hope you do know how happy you make me, which is why it hurts more than it would from anyone else when you disappoint me. I know you’re gonna try your best not to, and that’s all I can ask for. Thank you.