Simple Little Fibs

I wish I was just as perfect as her, so you could turn around and feel the same way she made you feel like on that one night.

Hell, I don’t even know -what- I am to you or -how- I make you feel, I’m so insecure. Constantly worrying about you leaving me for her, because it hurts more that I’m acquainted with her and that I know she drives you absolutely insane.

But then you know, people tell me that it would never happen and that I should stop thinking of silly things, because I’m with you -now- and I should be glad that I’ve been with you for so long. I wish I could tell you that it drives me wild when you say her name, because then /these/ thoughts get into my head and this very carefully built image I have of ‘us’ are wiped away completely, and I have to rebuild it all over again. And it’s never easy each time, because thoughts have a way of creeping back in and it becomes a stumbling block.

I don’t doubt you, I care for you like it’s crazy, I mean it when I say you mean the world to me and that losing you is one of my biggest fears. I don’t want this silly little insecurity get in the way and really, I think I just put these thoughts into my head because I’m a pathetic little attention seeker who needs to be constantly reminded that the world isn’t going to blow up at every 3 second interval.

I need sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.