Who I am you know. What I am you see. And although you tell yourself I’m not a blessing to you. I know you’re a blessing to me. I guess that’s what being in-love makes you see; makes you want to believe. Stop calling yourself a fool for loving us. You're not stupid, you're not naive.

You’re not a fool for being in-love, you’re only a fool if you don’t give your all to love, but you expect to be loved. That's what I know to believe. And I guess that thought is mostly speaking to me. So vulnerable to you is what I’ll try to be. Because unlike you, I know you’re a blessing To Me.