I feel like we’re slipping away. I hope it’s my imagination. Not in its brilliant moments obviously. Trust… still here. But talking again like it never happened? Makes me quite uncomfortable. It leaves questions unanswered, if not create more. This could probably in turn breed suspicion… ergo not trusting? If that is the case then
I’m not sorry for being honest with myself and everyone else…I’m just sorry it took so long, considering all the people who believed in me when I didn’t want to believe in myself. I’m in love and always have been. There’s nothing I can do about that, and there’s nothing he can do about being
FMS, I’m coming to terms with everything. You say you don’t want me in your life, and I didn’t believe it until someone else told me it was true. I’m starting to forget the way your hair felt tangled in my fingers. And the way your skin felt in my hands. When I think of
I’ve lived with you for 18 years now, and it’s about to make me pull my hair out. You drink too much, you hit me, you make me feel like a worthless piece of shit. I do everything you ask of me, and never do I get a “thanks”. I’ll say something to you and
He told me he was still in love with me. He still loves me, after all this time. Related Post Guess what, Officer? sorry for being a bitch I wish you would read this but then again I don...
To be honest, I don’t even know where to start with this. Maybe I should start by saying I don’t know why I feel the way I do. I would have never guessed I would feel the way I do about you now. That first night we drunk texted and you said you would make