We were together nine months, fifteen days, and twelve hours before we couldn’t budge. With the stress I am enduring, your job, communication and distance finally ripped us apart. The ironic thing, after you broke up with me, my phone wouldn’t work. It’s as if I had no voice. I stayed up to six in the morning crying, because I broke. I understood why, but it didn’t help that I was actually in love with you. You could’ve not said you loved me too that day.
You called me at 3 something in the morning the next week. You said you couldn’t get me off your mind, and you wanted me back. I wanted you back too, but I couldn’t respond. You want me to move in with you as well. That’s all fine and dandy, but I hate where you live. None of my friends live there, and it would shoot my art career to hell. Why is that I always have to give up everything for you? I have to travel to see, I have to make contact to talk to you, and you won’t give for me. You’ve never came to visit me. Sorry, babe, but that’s a lot to ask a person to surrender. I know you love me, and I love you more than stars twinkling in the sky, but I have no answer. I don’t know if I ever will, that’s why I asked for time to think.
I love you. I love you. I love you. The more we talk, the more likely I feel I will say “yes” to returning to our confusing, boring relationship. Because we are breakable, don’t ask me for the future. Ask me for now. Because I am the wind and you are the earth, don’t ask me to give up living for being a wife. Because you are night and I am day, don’t ask the sun not to shine. I don’t even know what I am doing or meant to be, so take it easy on me. I love you so let’s just not have now because planning the future is just confusing.