I am not a matyr because I love you, because you are important to me beyond myself. It is not a sacrifice that has that sort of meaning. You will forever be more important then I, you put yourself there and have held it. It hurts me that you are always the center of all things, as it would be nice, so nice, if perhaps I had a day, a moment, a thought, where you held yourself to be lesser and equal. Would that you trusted me, believed me, answered my questions instead of asking “why”. Would that you cared as I do. Would that you loved me back.