I love you, but I’m more in love with myself and that’s the problem.

Sometimes the anxiety takes over and I can’t seem to fathom the love he gives me.

And I went into the new year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.

Maybe the problem isn’t everything and everyone around you, but what lies within you.

I realized I loved him after everything went wrong so I wallowed in self-pity and prayed I could wake up.