I'm falling apart. I'm fighting myself. ... I don't really want to say any of this but I must.
In the beginning, everything felt perfect, we understood each other. When we didn't we'd slowly explain what we meant. I had completely fallen for you and eventually, you too, learned to love me as I did you.
I love you. I know you love me. We just get on each other's nerves sometimes. When I do it to you, you'd always tell me, but I was always too scared to say it to you when you did it to me.
Please, I know I'm not making a lot of sense. But please, will you just talk to me? Speak to me. I'm falling apart without you.
You tell me I'm clingy, and yeah, I guess I am. However, I think I have a perfectly good reason to be.
We used to talk so much and now it just feels like it's died. Yes, we would say something to one another in a non-controversial way sometimes but compared to how it used to be, it's just so little. Like you're ignoring me. Having fun on your own.
I'm okay with it, you have your own life. Your own friends, I'm not your only best friend. We can't always be glued to one another.
I have needs. I know you do too. I try cater to your needs. Why won't you cater to mine?
You asked me:
"stay with me"
I stayed.
You asked me to leave you alone.
My heart couldn't bare it,
my mind told me not to,
my body shook with conflicting emotions
but I complied anyway.
... I'm loving you.
Forever. No matter how much you don't want me to. I'll always love you. Then, now, forever.
I know I'll regret saying this again, I thought I'd never have to say it again. I thought my loveless days were over, but I guess not.
Here goes:
The night I let you have your way.
That night turned to days.
And from days it turned to weeks.
My body is tired from this lack of bliss.
My mind is falling into the dark pits of my fears and insecurities.
My heart is growing cold and my tears are closing
those walls you once took down with the greatest of care and love.
My eyes are tender and dry from the tears I cry at night.
I'll be here for you until you push me away.
Will we ever be the same? Will everything we worked for to understand one another be for naught? Will we stay forever in this silence until our bodies crumble and we rot away?
Most importantly....
Will I ever see you smile when we're together again?
Day 200.
This entry needs some additional information but I'm not sure I'm really okay with saying it and keeping the relationship a secret. The secret is something we both agreed to out of fear for people too close to us tearing the two of us apart or keeping us apart.