He gives me the best of everything he can give me.
He loves me the best he can.
I'm supposed to be lucky to have him.
I'm under pressure.
Isn't he lucky to have me?
L says, he isn't. Until I love him completely for who he is, he isn't the lucky one. No matter how much sweetness I exert. No matter how pretty I become. No matter how perfect... until I love him completely, I'm not much.
Am I enough?
Am I making a big deal out of nothing?
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