We fought again. I don’t know what to do. I love him so much, but I keep hurting him. We might break up. I can understand if we do. He deserves better. So much better than me. If you could see how amazing and wonderful he truly is. The best boyfriend I ever have had. I just…….I can’t explain it. Why do I get upset at the silliest things when he’s freaking wonderful? Maybe I’m sabotaging it because I believe that I don’t deserve anyone good. And he is good. Sweet and funny and smart. Always trying to make me laugh. Comfort me when I’m sad. Listen and console me when I’m angry. I read the “Hunger Games series” and he’s my Peeta Mellark. There’s a line in the book “Catching Fire” that tore me to pieces when I read it. “You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know.” That was to Katniss about Peeta. This is to me about him. I don’t deserve him. Not one iota of him. And it hurts so much. I wish I could take away his pain, but I cause it instead. I deserve the pain. Not him. Not my googly bear. The worst part is knowing that I’ll never get to meet him. Never hug him, kiss him. Never lay my head on his chest at night just listening to him breathe. Never wake up with him in the morning and go to bed with him at night. Never brush his hair from his forehead while he lies with me on the couch watching TV or a movie. Never hold his hand. Never wrestle on the bed with him. Never whisper “I love you” in his ear or hear him whisper it mine. And the worst of the worst…..never be his girl or kitten again.