Faux Pas

Three and a half years today. I wish I was good enough for you. I’d call you up right now and tell you everything that’s in my heart. But I’m still not. I’m trying though. I am so afraid I’ve fucked it up so much that when I am good enough you won’t care to even look at me anymore,let alone anything else. I pray you don’t hate me. I’m sick of being torn and in pain