You're exasperating sometimes. 
You can be obsessive and it can be annoying. 
I sometimes get annoyed at you for no reason.

I get upset when you imply that you don't think you're handsome. 
Because you are. 
Sometimes I worry that you don't really care about me.
That you're only with me to make me feel better. 
Because I've had that before.
Sometimes I think I don't deserve you. 
Because sometimes all I can do is tear things down. 
And I don't want to hurt you.
I love the way you make me feel. 
But sometimes I hate the fact that I need you to feel good about myself. 
I'm sometimes sad when I think about you. 
I miss you, even it's only been a few days since I saw you. 
I'm hopelessly romantic. 
I have crazy high expectations. 
But somehow you can meet and exceed them. 
You make me want to be the best version of myself. 
Thinking about you makes me want to laugh and cry and yell and sing. 
Because you are perfect. 
And I love you.