Suspicions.

I hate the fact that I get all suspicious just when the smallest error happens. I mean come on woman stop worrying so much! It's not healthy at all. This is like the 100000th time you did this to yourself. Never effect yourself for the shit others do wrong. Hmph. But it ain't that easy when you care and love that person so much now is it? God, life's a mess. I complain too much, I know. At least, I don't really show my rebellious side to these complains or else this world would be a nightmare to all my family members. I have so much to say inside. So fucking much, like a bunch of daffodils in a daffodil garden. That's a lot, btw. Now I'm just talking trash. 

Oh well, I just hope these suspicions I have on you my dear, will go away. In fact, I hope it all just stays a suspicion and not a truth that was never figured out. Caring for you is already a challenge, finding out about your other secrets is a different thing. I hope you're worthy of my trust. Cause honey, once I had enough it will be your hardest goodbye.