You can reassure me until you're blue in the face and tell me you love me until you have no more oxygen in your lungs and I'd still have a bit of doubt as to whether or not you actually do love me.

I'm sorry for that and that I can't entirely rest easy in that.

It's not that I don't trust you. I'm just skeptical about everyone, and that includes the person I love the most.

I don't know how to get better with this, or how to get over it. I can't wait for the day that I just know that I'm yours and you're mine. Completely and fully each other's.