I love you. I cherish you. I stay with you because I know the potential you have. You're the most loving guy, but you also give me anxiety in more ways than one.

You tell me that you think I'm perfect, but you feel the need to hide conversations from me. Why? I want to be apart of your world. I want to hear about your day. I understand that I wouldn't get it, but I like listening to you. I have no problem with you talking to females. I have issues with the content of your conversations. I shouldn't feel like I'm still in competition for you to love me. You say you don't notice yourself in these conversations, but I do you do. What you don't know is how often I stay up wondering if my life would be better without you.

I can't blame just you. I blame myself. I noticed small things that just equals to a man who still needs to mature a bit. You work and hold a job. You help around the house. You're the image of a great guy, but you lack the sense of romance and respect. I should have never settled for someone who still thinks it's ok to flirt with others while committed. But I did... and for the sake of the vows I committed, I will not fail you. Sometimes, I wish I would have been different. More attractive. Adventurous. Whatever. I love you,