Their existence. I’m a jealous person. I’ve turned out that way from past experiences, that have also made me cynical and suspicious. All awful traits, really. You know what else I hate? My own insecurity. Especially regarding exes. If someone tells me he loves me, why can’t I just believe it? Even if he speaks to his ex on the phone shortly thereafter? Surely that doesn’t change anything, so why can’t I get that into my head? 
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he definitely loves you sweets… xo