get me the hell out of here

I hate loving you so much. I hate being vulnerable and having you take advantage…like some deranged revenge.
Why can’t you just take things for what they are? Why can’t you see the profoundness of what we’ve found, what was four years in the making on both sides.
I wish you could treat me like you want to treat me, without stipulation or defense or fear.

This is our foundation, our beginning – it’s meant to be cherished…not thrown away.

Don’t throw this away.