‘What’s worse than finding a worm in your apple?
RAPE.’ - Jimmy Carr

Do you want me as much as I want you? You finally said you loved me. It was after another argument and I asked you outright, again. This time you said yes. I do worry it was just to shut me up and to stop me pestering you. It worked. I told you I loved last night, again. I leaned over and whispered it in your ear. I turned over and you said nothing. I asked you if you heard me the next morning. You said no. I think you did. I worry you still don’t love me and I worry that you have loved other people before me so much more, I worry that you are perhaps incapable of love or I am unlovable. I worry that I worry too much and that there is more to love than simply saying the words. I like the reassurance. I like saying ‘I love you’ and I like hearing back. I wish you could want me so, so much. I wish you would tell me more about yourself and let me in a little more. I wish I didn’t care about things like this.

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