You always questioned my love for you. Every week, wondering if I was cheating, asking for reassurance, wanting more, always wanting more.

Truth is, you were too much for me, too intense, and my self esteem slowly plumeted because I felt like less than a man because you always wanted more and more. And after breaking up so many times, I would never have been able to pay for the past, could never have made it up to you.

BUT, I loved you and I still do. Times past since the last time we spoke in typically dramatic fashion, but I still struggle, still think of you all the time, still miss what could have been. I wish youd only knew how much I loved you. I hope your happy in life babe and maybe one day we can talk again x