I’m too comfortable with you. I can’t do this. You tore me open and figured everything out so quickly, it gave me whiplash. I don’t like it. I don’t like that you know everything about me and I know nothing about you. I feel trapped. I used to think that this is what safety felt like but I know it isn’t. I feel congested and soft and fragile and I’m not okay. You do make me happy. In fact, you’re the only thing that makes me happy and that’s really hard for me to say. It’s so sad. You may mean everything to me but I cannot let you be my world. I need to find my own world and make myself happy. I do love you.. way more than a person ever should. I could possibly love you more than myself and that scares me to a point where I cannot even think about it. It hurts. Everything hurts so much and I can’t live like this anymore. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.