I’m sorry for the fact that after four years, I still am surprised to hear you say you love me with all your heart.

… for the constant need to hear over and over what you truely feel because I just cannot believe someone in my life truely cares.

… for doubting that you’ll stay forever when everyone else has left.

… for having constant ups and downs to the point where you don’t know what to say or do next.

… for telling you how I feel at whatever moment, which only causes you to feel guilt for what you don’t do to make me happy.

… that no matter what you say or do, I won’t ever be happy.

… that when I am at my worse, you’re the one I rip apart to pieces and say the worse, meanest things to, then regret them and apologize for hours after its already been said.

… for constantly needing you, every moment, of every day just so I am reassured that nothings going to change this.

… for making you worry that someday, I’ll snap, and you won’t find me awake when you come home from work.

… for the hours of arguing I cause just because I need a little attention.

… I’m sorry that you’re perfect for me, and love me for every thing I am, I’m sorry that I put you all through this …

I love you for being the angel that was sent to me; to keep me safe, and alive.

Written on Friday July 24th, 2009 at 10:10pm || Filed under: Life with Bipolar, Love ||