I am finally mature and self-aware enough that I can accept you for who you are and continue to love you righteously, as I should, without worrying myself. My mind may still conjur up horrifying and upsetting scenarios but that is only in weakness. I love you enough that I can stand firm and trust you, despite the fact that I wish to trust no one. I can sit here, as frightened and unconifdent as I always have been, and know that you love me even if you don’t show it the way I wish that you would. Perhaps one day I will receive the over affection that I long for but loving you is easy.