I feel foolish for asking things like “If you were hiding something, you would eventually tell me, right?” Because really, would someone have the guts to admit the truth? I would only hear what I’d like to hear and it would block the fear of it being true (if it were). Then after, I’m in this denial paranoid phase thinking “He loves me, he loves me not,” and I start to doubt whatever is true to being false, therefore I lose trust because I over analyze things a bit too much in fear that I will lose someone to someone else. Why does love make me even more insecure?
Girrl, you aint the only one. (:
Lydia Paek singing Turn Your Lights Down Low & Love of my Life.