I'm sorry but I love you

The intense love is frightening because everyday I fear him that one more thing that will push him over the edge. That one time of me rolling over in bed, teary-eyes, for no reason that could push him away and I know it upsets him. And I reassure him through my salty, blurred version that its not his fault. I'm often overcome with guilt and I hate that feeling about myself cause any pain on his part. Sometimes he's not really convinced, but I try as hard as I can with the little energy I have. But god i'm so thankful that hes still happy waking up to me every morning. And knowing that he's still love me even I hurt him a lot makes me so grateful.