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I don’t really understand…

You are the greatest thing that I have EVER had in my life. I don’t understand why I can’t bring myself to the fact that you won’t do me like the others did.

I am afraid you’re going to leave for someone better. That’s it. I feel like I’m not the best you can do.

Maybe it’s because I don’t think I’m as skinny nor as pretty as those other girls were that you were always around.

You’re too understanding… Maybe we both come from a really bad past..

I feel bad for you.. I have like six million moms. But, you no longer have yours.

You came from a higher class family. With designer clothes. Expensive things. Money to see the world. I came from a divorced family and pretty much screwed up one too. (Well, some people are.)

I cry a lot. I worry about a lot. Like; will we have enough money? Can we pay the bills? Will you leave? Will my dad be okay? Will I get pregnant? Will I be able to go to college? Will you get to go back? And so much more..

But, I have to realize. You won’t do me like the others. You will never leave. You’ll always understand what I’m feeling and thinking. You know I will gladly share all my mothers with you. You don’t care what kind of family I came from. And even though I have so many questions that I won’t ask you. You will calm my worries about the ones I do ask. All in all…

I love you.

And you love me