always there when I need you, no matter the time. I can tell
you anything, you know my everything. I can go weeks without
texting you back. You're always on edge waiting. I
don't know why I do it. Sometimes texting is a hassle. I
know you'd understand, just a few words is all you need.
But still. It's a hassle. I come back with excuses all the
time. You accept them genuinely as if nothing happened.
You're too good to me.