You tell them I'm your last like you've finally decided to spend your future with me. I don't know whether I'm happy or sad because we're too young to talk about marriage, yet old enough to plan for the future. Breakups are inevitable and you make it seem like it isn't. I love it but I'd always overthink and prepare myself for when the time comes. I dunno, I see my future with you but always I think you'll get tired of my bipolar attitude and then leave me eventually. I've put too much trust in you yet I still feel this way. Well, fuck me and my trust issues, right?
I love you, please stay.
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