She loves you so much, but I think she is jealous of me.

I think she doesn’t want to share you with me.

She wants to know that you’ll come to her before you come to me.

The thing is, she doesn’t understand our connection.

She can’t possibly, because she’s never experienced it.

It’s not her fault she likes control.

She’s a bit selfish and that’s ok too.

She tries to like me, but I see can see through it.

I want her to love you.

I want her to want you to be happy.

I want her to be there for you.

I want her to support you and be proud of you.

I don’t want to compete with her.

I shouldn’t have to.

You shouldn’t have to choose.

I hope one day, she’ll stop trying to deter you from me.

I hope one day she’ll stop projecting her experiences on you.

I hope one day she’ll trust that I’m not taking you from her.

I hope one day she’ll want you to have the thing she could never truly find.

I really do love her, even though she secretly dislikes me.