I am a better person because I met you. Before you I only knew selfishness. My needs, my wants, my feelings only circulated in my thoughts because that’s all I cared about: myself. I did what I wanted regardless of anyone else’s feelings. And then I met you. Guarded yet your heart was sewn on your soft flannel sleeve. It’s a contradiction I know but that was simply you, a paradox. The moment I felt your lips on my own I knew that I would never be good for you, simply because I am not good. I ruin things and I did not want to ruin you. I finally cared about someone other than myself, enough to sacrifice my own happiness. I may not be a good person yet, but because of you I am better.