It starts out like this.
In my head...
"Maybe I did something wrong. Maybe I should... (insert all the things)."
I can usually talk myself out of this, but sometimes the self doubt bug is strong...so strong.
Don't you love me anymore?
Fine then. Don't love me. I won't love you either (but I do, you're my everything and you're killing me.)
And the truth is...I don't really need that much.
Maybe a hug.
Text me during the day.
But sometimes I'm too far gone I need you to shut that door, lock it, unfasten your belt, flip me over, and show me very very clearly that I matter to you.
That our relationship is too important to allow anything to come between us.