I’m not a perfect person. I’m messy. I say stupid things and I hurt people sometimes. I’m my own worst enemy and I care deeply…too deeply…about what people think of me. My goal is always to keep the people I love happy, and when I occasionally fail, I always feel like the world is coming to an end. But I’ve found someone who’s witnessed my breakdowns, my tears, the havoc that I bring upon myself, and who’s stayed despite it all. He loves me more than I’ll ever understand.