#439.
Maybe I'm too demanding, huh. I know I can't expect you to be willing to talk to me every second of every day. Goodmorning messages, goodnight messages. I love you messages before even if I'm asleep for in case I wake up in the middle of the night. I know it can't be always. I know these things are only allowed sometimes.
Regardless, being selfish little ol' me, I want it. I want you to throw all down for me when I'm upset, I want you to celebrate with me when I'm happy. I guess I just don't have the backbone to tell you this.

I'm afraid you might actually find out how selfish I am. That I'm a hypocrite that I don't want you to look at anyone but me when the reality is I'm a fucking scope.
I hate that I can't be more for you when I expect all this chivalry and gallantry. Maybe I should try harder. I talk about myself too much.
Hey, honey, how was your day?


Yes, vintage scrabble squares, you tell me what to do and it shall be done.

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