“It’s love. I know it’s love. But I wish I could be better for you. I wish I could be what you deserve—perfection. You get angry that I’m so hard on myself, but you would be too. I mean, how did I end up with something so wonderful? How did I get so lucky as to end up with you?”
| — | (via poeticheartache) |
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