I don’t know who’ll lose first; my will to love you or your insecurities. You love with an exit strategy, you expect every fight to end in goodbye and every apology to start by placing blame on you.

I can see the discomfort in your actions whenever I respond to your rage with calm, the same discomfort is seen when I say you’re enough and loving at your pace won’t hurt us, only make us love better.

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