Don't apologize!

"Why? Is it because I told you that I love you? Is it because I kissed you? Is it because I made you cry? Or is it because you're pregnant? Is that why you've been distant for the past three weeks? Because your body has started reacting to my presence? Because you're scared? Because you're ashamed?"

"It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you don't love me."

"Maybe I don't. Maybe I love somebody else. But if you knew me as well as you say you do, then you know that the only reason why I haven't asked anybody else to marry me yet is because I'm waiting for you to tell me that you love me back."

"I do. I really do. But I'm scared. I know that you don't feel the same way. I know that I'll never be good enough for you, not in the slightest bit. I know that I'm worthless and that I will never be able to satisfy you. I know that I'm nothing like my parents." She said quietly, unable to contain her emotions any longer.

"I'm not asking for perfection. What I'm asking for is you. I'm aski