"Better defeat, almost,
than all of life's victories of doubt,
that need endless talk, talk, talk,
to make them out."
How in the world did I do that? How did I luck into that? Why does he love me? Why does he want to be with me?
Is it lack of self-esteem or are we so hard upon ourselves that we question our achievements. Is it we do not have arrogance or confidence that we deserve to win, to love, to have.