sometimes i get worried because jason gives me his everything and i have nothing to give back. he takes such good care of me and always puts me first, but i always feel that the things i do don’t go half as far. even now he’s asleep next to me, because he knows i miss him, and i know he’s going to leave in an hour or two when i hog the bed or start to snore, but he’ll be here when i fall asleep and he’ll make sure he’s back when i wake up. because he knows those are things that make me smile. he’s sick out of his mind and his back hurts and he’s so so stressed, but he would never ever put that before making me happy. i hope he never thinks i’m taking advantage of him, and i hope i can someday make him feel as loved as he makes me feel. i really hope he never gets sick of me.