i am working on bettering myself and repairing how i see myself. i promise. it's coming in small steps but every inch counts. perhaps i breathe at a different frequency than what you are used to but i assure you that this self-improvement is as worthwhile as anything. you inspire me to stay calm and i appreciate every shard of your existance. i'm trying to be more honest and open instead of holing myself up in a dark room hiding behind a wall of doubt and fear. i know i can trust you and i know i can count on you but you must know that i am broken. i am messy. i am not perfect. my scars and flaws overwhelm me sometimes and somehow you're always there to catch me before they swallow me whole. your fingertips are enough to leave a mark on my fragile skin when i'm weak, and you have done more than enough to leave a mark on my heart. i want to do the same for you. and i swear that through all the open wounds and fumbling words and tiny annoyances, the feelings i harbour are real. i want you, i want this, i want everything you stand for and all the baggage you carry on your back.