Why are you always so cold and unforgiving? If I’m angry or sad, you become angry with me, always assuming you did something, and that whatever you did you aren’t to be blamed for it. Sometimes it isn’t you and all I need is your touch. A hug would do, may just some freakin sympathy.
I would never cheat on you, or hurt you purposefully. If I did I know you would never take me back, talk to me again, and you would stop loving me immediately. There would be no second chances, and no doubt in your mind that dropping me completely was the correct thing to do. Yet I’ve seen so many of our friends go through rough times and they’ve taken each other back and loved each other all the more. They fought for the one they loved. I’m just scared you’d never fight for me… I know you wouldn’t. It’d be “my mistake” and “good riddance” to me. I hate you sometimes. I hate you I hate you I hate you. You don’t know the meaning of passion or romance or anything that isn’t cold hard fact. I don’t think you’ll ever learn. I just hope it doesn’t put a wall between us that can’t be overcome. The sad thing is, if I talk to you about it or get upset about it, I’ll be the idiot left behind and unless I come crawling back to you I won’t have you again. But I won’t apologize for anything else that isn’t my fault. Fuck that.