I’d do anything to take away the pain that harms you.
Every day, I wake up thinking I could never love you more, and every night I go to bed proved wrong.
I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.