I'm sorry. So sorry for making you think that I don't want to be with you. I want to be with you. I don't know what she said to you, but it's not you who is making me feel insecure. I've been building up this insecurity for sixteen years, and it wont just go away over night.
I though I would be able to hide it from you.
Don't look at it and it'll stop existing.
I thought that pretending that there were no insecurity, it would simply start to go away. More and more for everyday. But I didn't get as much time as I needed, so know you know pretty much all about it.
I guess that all I can do right now is to wait and see if you return any of my textmessages.
And Gabbeh, I have never ever said that I don't trust you. You made that up all by yourself I'm afraid. But I guess I might have given you something to build it on by not telling you about Sid and me.
I don't know anymore.
I think I'll just die for a while.
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No worries baby, you don't have to act like everything is alright around me. I like you even if you have your issues with your self image or something like that, as much as I have problems understanding myself and my mind most of the time. Remember, we're in this together, both of us... and I won't be estranged by something like that.
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