I know I drive you insane sometimes. I know I seem nonchalant about things that I really care about. I know I hide my feelings from you and then bring them to the surface and blow up on you leaving you wondering how the fuck we got here. At times you must think is she worth it? Is this worth it? I'm so sorry for this bundle of craziness that I am. But the fact that you're still here shows me that you do really care, and that you can handle me and my trust issues and patience issues and insecurities. Because honestly I never believed anyone would until now. I'm glad I met you.
I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.