There are around 7billion people in the world, but I don’t think I was made for anyone but you
Broken. Totally fucking broken.
Feel like a spare part and totally in the way all the time.
I think I’m losing it—I don’t know what’s happening, what happened, but I look at you, I look at you, and I love you so much. Not because of anything you’ve said, or done, or anything at all. I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.