If Love can truly conquer anything and everything, why isn't it conquering this biting jealousy I'm feeling? It's heartbreaking, how you so easily withdraw back the promises you made. Never in my life have I imagined to be this smitten with anyone again.

You make all things feel flawless, as if I'm dwelling in perfection when nothing is perfect. The hurt all vanishes once you begin the things you say to make up for everything. If only you understood everything that I feel for you, then maybe this suspending insecurity wouldn't even exist.

And I'll love you no matter what.