Countless times we’ve argued, countless times we’ve hated each other. So many more times there’s been joy, so much of the time we’ve been happy. I’ve always hesitated. I tend to look for the negative. Never singing your praises, not celebrating your graces.
And it’s not your good looks, it’s not your sense of humour. Although that did help, there’s so much more.
I guess I can’t take criticism. I can’t show that I’m vulnerable. You always listened. I just caused you trouble. There’s no shame in the love you give. There’s no restraint to our closeness. There’s no shame in the love you give. There’s no fight we can’t both win.