I'd put those sleepless nights on repeat

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I won't deny. I'm not easy to love. Or to understand. I'm too complicated, too insecure and too messed up. You see, my life is full of "too". Too much, too little. Sometimes too early, but most of it too late. Too late to forgive, too late to take it back, too late to start all over, too late to apologize, too late to stop. Too late to love. Now hush. Take a deep breath. Clear your mind, fill your heart and think, just for a second, that maybe... it's all worth it. That maybe, I'm all worth it. We are worth it.
  Because you were my favourite summer.