Why can’t you see just how much you mean to me? Maybe then you’d think about this all. I know I’m being a little much, but please… I’m not her, okay? I know that. I never will be. The part that really hurts is knowing what she is to you. I suppose you could say I have no reason to worry, but honestly, how can I not? She’s everything you’ve ever wanted. I’ve heard just how much you used to like her. You never realized just how much it hurt me. That was probably the first time in my life I’ve ever felt so vulnerable. I always overthink things, and it tends to ruin everthing. I’m determined not to ruin this though, but you’ll have to be patient with me. You just mean everything to me, and any thought of losing you kills me. I just can’t contain this jealousy, for I can honestly say I love you. Will I ever be equal to her?