I always suffer from a complex that maybe i bother people with my problems rather with my existance. I get possessive abour people but hide that from them because i think that would sound immature. I get into depression when i see them comfortable with others. I never got someone who would treat me like their priority and i can't tell them that i want more importance , love and respect in fear of making them annoyed. In fear of losing people i prefer to act strong and i tell people i need no one whereas deep inside i still crave for love like i had before i had a bad breakup. He tells me that he still loves me even after 2 yeara of separation. But i can't trust my luck.