I don’t know what has happened between us, but for all I know, our fuses don’t run as long. Our patience is quick to run out, doesn’t necessarily mean with each other, but with anything stressful, we take it upon one another. It’s not healthy, but the fact that the love is still remaining, is what matters the most. I may lose sight of what this may be, but I will always find my way back. We need to be better to each other.
I don’t want to be over dramatic and say that we don’t love each other like we used too, but there is some lack of communication that once declared our love for one another. There is a lot of unspoken thoughts that fill the air when we’re together. When we are apart, we survive off of text messages every hour or more. I’m not asking for more because that is what the future is holding for us. I tell myself not to give up because what use would that do. Truthfully, I am unsatisfied with the way we have handled our relationship. There is no realness, truth or admiration between us. Either I’ve based this off of my imagination, or I’m just having a difficult time trying to make sense of everything.
We’re either lying to ourselves or we’re running away from the truth.
All of the sudden it’s like where did the passion go. It’s not here anymore, I’m not quite sure what remains. There is this falsehood, that dwells among us. We were either too far in over our heads, or we just had a misconception of what this is.
If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t think the way that I do. I wouldn’t worry about the shit that I worry about. I wouldn’t have this constant reminder of living alone if it weren’t for you. I spend so much time by myself that I even started worrying that I’d go crazy like you.
No, it’s my fault for letting what happened to you affect me this much. I could have started completely fresh, I lightweight did but there’s so much holding me back in my head.
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