So afraid of pushing you away. I'm sorry that I feel this way, but I can't help it. I don't want to live to see the day where I lose you. What have I done? I wish I could tell you everything. I just want to be yours. Nobody else's.
"Oh, I love cooking" "[gasp] Really?! That's perfect. Because I hate it."
Thank you for getting me to eat, lover. And restoring my faith in life.
