August 22, 2017:
I'm perfect for you. I'm so not perfect for you.
I'm loyal. I don't cheat. Not so much loyal as ferocious. I'm supportive, constant, effusive. Good at expressing love. I'm not selfish. Yes I want you, but I also want you to be happy, to achieve the things in life that are important to you, above all to be surrounded by love.
I'm not the gym-buffed d-bag type you gravitate toward who'll treat you like dirt and then ghost.
Okay but. Depression, MS, PTSD: not firing on all cylinders. You need someone more confident. Someone more take-charge. Someone happy.
Sometimes I think we could fix each other.
Is that a healthy thought? Or a symptom of codependency?