I have loved you all my life. I have loved you with all my heart. Yet there have been so many moments where it seems like my love is never enough.
I have loved you all my life. I have loved you with all my heart. Yet you’ve continued to yearn for someone I can never become.
Will I be enough if I sacrificed everything that I am to become the person you’ve wanted me to be? Will you love all of me then? Or will you then get bored of that perfect image of me, and look for a different perfection?
I have loved you all my life. I have loved you with all my heart. Yet you only love the old me. You hate that I’ve changed, yet you also hate that I’ve never changed.
I have loved you all my life. I have loved you with all my heart. Yet you only love the idea of me. You only love what I could have become, not what I had become.
I have loved you all my life. I have loved you with all my heart. Yet you only love me in your dreams. You only love me because you have to.
You have never loved me all your life. You have never loved me with all your heart. But I have and I forever will, no matter how much it kills me. Because I am never enough for you, but you have been the definition of perfect since the day we met.
