I'm sorry…?
Because now we're here. You feel bad because I lead you to believe you were being cruel. I wish I could clarify for you, but honestly, I'm sick of talking about it and analyzing it. Just know you don't frustrate me more than you please me.
This is only as hard as we make it. It's fine. Really.
I'm not upset. Is the situation ideal? No, it can't be, and we both know why. It's never going to be the perfect atmosphere, or the perfect time, or the appropriate behavior right now. It's hard for me to live with that, but we don't have a choice. Please don't beat yourself up about it. Don't resolve to change your behavior, or treat me better, or make me happier, or whatever. Don't overanalyze it. We've done that already.
Nothing's changed: It's not perfect. It can't be. And I'm okay with it. Really.
I love you. And you're worth this.
