do I even deserve her

She saw him as a friend, He saw her as the only person he wanted to spend his life with. She saw him when she was free, He wanted to see her all the time— whenever, wherever. --- Then one day, She said, I Love You... The world stopped, because his world stood before him, saying the three words he had always longed to hear. For her to say them— where the longing was greater than the greatest thing ever seen— was like a dream. She came to him in that dream, standing there in her beautiful red dress she always seemed to wear. She looked like an angel, as if God himself had tried to create the most beautiful being to ever live. She said the three words. Then he woke up, startled. Realising it was just a dream, he cried himself to sleep again— but this time, in happy tears, because at least, in that dream, she had said it. --- He then thought, then thought, thought some more... Do I even deserve her? What am I? A person who struggles in life, as well as in studies. Am I enough? Maybe I should ask her... No. Why am I so needy? Why am I so annoying? Why do I seek validation? Why do I want to be alone, yet also crave someone’s presence? Maybe that’s why no one loves me. Maybe that’s why no one even