Truth is I get jealous easily because what’s mine is mine. I’m stubborn as hell, I say sorry too much. I act like I don’t give a f*ck because I care too much. I over analyze the smallest of things and probably come off as a bitch to simply guard myself.
"And perhaps one day she'll be truly happy. And when you ask her, "Are you ok?", for once she'll say, "I'm fine.", and it wouldn't be a lie." I'm so glad I can honestly now say "I'm fine" with a real smile on my face.
The truth? I like you. A lot. You make me happy. You make me laugh. You're smart. You're different. You're a little crazy, and awkward; and your smile alone can make my day. These are only some of the things why I Love You.