You're perfect, it's unfathomable. I'm so terrified I'm already screwing this up. I love you so much and I hate that. You'll never make it to my future. I'm flaw searching and failing terribly. So, I twist your words around in a desperate attempt at making you not worth my time- maybe I can change my mind about you, maybe you're not worth my caring about you. But you are, more so than anyone I've ever met, and I hate that. My past says we'll never make it, my present says I probably couldn't function without you, my future....