Honest thoughts

You mean so much to me, and I can't begin to express it.

But I never feel like enough.

I feel stupid in your presence- a weak insect that cannot do anything but be crushed.

Am I good enough?

Will I-- no, could I ever-- be good enough?

Because I don't feel like I am.

You're so beautiful- such a wonderful being, with so many radiances.

(And I know that having multiple radiances isn't really something people do, but it's the only thing I can say to describe you.)

And you had the misfortune to love a husk. A soulless shell, a worthless thing.

You deserve more, and better, than me. I'd beseech you to find it, but you insist I'm good enough.

But I don't think so.

I'm rambling now, aren't I? I'm sorry, again, for wasting your time.