It makes me sick thinking about you. It makes me cry wondering what's going to happen. It makes me question everything. Yet I can't stop. No matter how hard I try, what I do is not right. I'm a faulted human and I'm sorry for it. But I will not stop loving you, it is the only thing that puts me at peace. And I thank you for who you are, even though at times (more often than not) I am not deserving. A broken body I am. I will do my best.