I thought it would go away.
I wanted it to go away.
I thought all I needed to make it go away was love.
I wanted someone to love me, needed someone to love me,
So that all my pain could go away.

It never went away, it got worse.
I pictured love as a scene of pure happiness,
Where every moment looks like it came straight out of a movie.
I realize now, being in love and being loved,
That you need to first be happy with yourself
Before you could think to be happy with someone else.

If you're not happy going in, then you can never be happy while you're there.
I love someone, someone that I know loves me,
Yet I feel worse than I did before.
Every moment I spend with them is a mixture
Of pure bliss and the overwhelming fear that they'll leave me.

I question everything I do, or don't do, everything I say.
How I act around them and in their absence.
My fears often burden me more than they should,
Leaving little room for the happiness and peace I should feel with them.

I analyze everything they do, and question how much they love me
Based on...