I know when you don't reply it's just that you're not awake yet or that you just haven't checked your phone yet. I know it's silly that I feel just a little bit insecure when you don't reply for hours. I just can't help it. I love you but I'm silly and selfish, I'm just a naive little child. What do I know of love? I know that it hurt me before and left me broken on he ground. There's one thing I say too many times a day – "I'm scared". I'm scared that you've grown bored of me, or that you never really cared. You're constantly reassuring me but still I worry because I know that I am nothing more than a silly little child. I don't know what you see in me but I'm glad you see something. I'm glad you waste your time with me; I'm glad that you stay up late talking to me and listen to my psychotic ranting, or even simply put up with me. I'm silly and childish; I often only think about myself, I can be mean and possessive, obsessive and insecure. Yet you, you listen to me and try to help me as best you. So what do I know of love? I know little more than the fact that I love you and I can't imagine my life with out you.