Just sometimes

Sometimes I doubt that we are going to make this work. And that makes me sad because there is nothing wrong that can't be fixed. And I love him, I really really do. And, in his way, I believe he loves me. But he doesn't want to relinquish even the slightest bit of control. If he won't open the door, I fear soon I will stop knocking. And I fear even more that that's exactly what he wants.