I am tired.. of your ignorance, your questions, the way you act towards me, being the impression I am in your eyes..
Maybe I’d reconsider saying I was the lucky one. ‘cause you chose me…Twice. I am patient and loyal, I am honest, I am your eyes and ears for when I need to see or hear something you cant, I am the trusted and a relief. Yet you’ve been mostly treating me like the punching bag.
I am not fond of the questions you ask me that were already answered, before they were even asked. I am confused of knowing how to approach you, I am afraid of losing you.
You can only have so much patience for one.
I still consider myself lucky, because I love you Immensely….
The things I fucking do for love…….
….In the end I just DIE on the inside!
….To pretend that it’s okay….
….I still did it for HER!
