I want you. I worry it's too much for me. Like I was too much for my mom. But I want you and I want to do my best. I want to do better with what I have already.
But I am scared that you might leave like the last one. This feels precarious what with the spotting.
Do you not want this messy house? Me either.
I really hope you are not leaving. I saw your cute little face and I wanted to hold you. To love you.
Please stick around. Please.