I'm to the point now where I just don't care what anyone else thinks of our dysfunctional relationship. We break up, we make up, we break up, and make up all over again.
Either I'm a masochist or I just love you to much to brave the world without you.
I can't decide which it is just yet... all I know is that you are the only man that I wait for. A little too patiently, but still ever so willingly.