Why is it that sometimes when i look at you, i have doubt that you truly love me. I then proceed to say I love you, in hopes of a reply that will ease my mind, only for it to be questioned further and spiral away in my head until I kick myself for overthinking.
It's probably just me, but just like you find fault in yourself, i always find fault in what i provide and can do. I guess I just wish things were perfect in my own dreamy world.