I'm afraid someday I'll get tired of trying you make it so hard to love you & albeit I try my best, each day that wanes by my best gets more and more inadequate & brings me closer to that moment I loathe the moment when I crawl back to the shell, that absurd moment when I give up...* I love you... but I'm starting to doubt it means anything to you anymore & that doubt hurts me to the core... I love you but I hate being unsure... I Love You