yourimperfectlass:

Do you even know how much it scares me when I see you laugh so hard at someone else’s jokes? Or when I see you enjoy the company of another person so much? Or when I catch you looking at someone like she is THAT interesting? Do you even know how much I fear being forgotten by you or losing you to someone else? Do you even notice how much I hate it when we are together and the day comes to a close, meaning we have to part ways? Do you even see how I try to avoid sleeping because I’m afraid that one day, I’d wake up and find that you don’t love me anymore? Do you even give the slightest care at how much these thoughts kill me?