I know that sometimes I can ask too much.

My expectations can be too high

But you often go above and beyond.

You make my dreams come to life.

You’re the air beneath my wings

And you’re exactly what I need you to be.

But that scares me.

I don’t want to put too much pressure on you

It’s not your job to fix me.

I want to give you all my problems,

But even Atlas gets tired of holding the world.

Thank you for holding the weight of my world.