evidently, i am your own worst enemy, unknowingly the puppet master to your happiness. like my kids who cry out when they fall, looking for someone other than themselves to blame, "you made me fall!" or in this case, "you keep me from being happy with myself!"
i hear you. i am partially to blame. i do not verbally tell you enough i love you, or that im thinking of you. to be honest, when i bring home something i know you want, or have mentioned in passing, or when i find something that i think you will appreciate, i assume you will connect the dots that i listen to you and i love you and was thinking of you when i purchased or picked these things out. contrary to popular belief, actions do not speak louder than words.
unfortunately, thinking in this moment as i type, i have allowed you to be my own worst enemy.
