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I am begining to realize, once again, that i probably dont matter to the one i love. That hes probably just using me, saying that he loves me because my house is the safe place. I dont want it to be true, but he wont really talk to me when hes not here. I just want to be loved without having to work so god damn hard for it.
Im missing you so much right now. I want you to be here with me. I want to be in your arms for the rest of our lives because that is how i actually feel. I'm starting to, once again, imagine my wedding. I haven't done this in years because i didnt think id make it to 18. But here i am, thinking i wont make it to 20 anymore and being absolutly in love with your smile, your laugh, your dumb little quirks that you have, and the way you make me feel.
I just dont know if i am good enough for the love you say you have for me.