I suppose I should just come out and say it.

I'm not worthy.

Sometimes they figure that out on their own, before it's too late. Maybe it's some little thing I say or some half-hidden expression I make. A frown perhaps, or a scowl.

But sometimes, sometimes they don't see this truth, or they see it but they don't recognize it. Maybe they just don't trust their own instincts. Maybe they still believe the lies that they've heard about love all their lives, the same lies that they keep telling themselves over and over.

The thing is, there is a reason that I'm sitting here, alone, at 1:00 AM on a Thursday night. Many reasons, in fact.

But sometimes they just don't get it. They think that the entire world has been wrong about me, and they think that only they have seen the real person lurking behind these eyes.

Sometimes they find out in time. Sometimes they find out too late. But they always find out.