We fought. Again
You are always asking me to be fair.
But when I asked for the same...
...somehow I became the person who didn't listen, care, pay attention to your emotions.
I give.
I take.
I can only give from what I have.
What do I have?
The irony of finding the calendar event YOU MADE of our imagined wedding date, while spotify played that "all my tears have been used up" from Another love, is just baffling for me.
If the universe showed good signs, he has to be showing bad ones too, right?
Am I blind? Why the FUCK do I fall back here all the time?
Can I get better? Is it a matter of working on the relationship? How far should one yield without becoming submissive?
I don't want to give up. Damn, I'm tired.
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