BRA STRAPS ON BITE MARKS

I'm lonesome when you're around and I'm never lonesome when I'm by myself

I hate watching the end of relationships. Whether it be a movie or a TV show or reading about it novels. I hate living the end of relationships more. You start to think about the start of it. How madly, stupidly in love you were. You had sex all the time and listened to music and learned about each other and every single little thing was so magical. They looked at you like you were the most amazing being that ever walked the earth. By the end you're fighting, they barely ever look at you, the sex starts coming infrequently, and you can tell that they love you so much less even though you've been through so much more than when you started. Maybe that's what ruins it. You have to work through so much and try so hard to keep what you had. Eventually they don't even want you anymore. Even though you had talked about the future and building a life together and having kids and thought maybe this was the one. By the end they don't even want to be in the same room as you. I don't understand how it happens. Maybe it's slowly or maybe it's all at once. And you find yourself so desperately longing for the start of it all. When they thought you were water in a drought or sunlight in the winter or as they said.... It ends and begins with you.

It's an awful feeling when you think things are getting better. You're starting to feel happy again and put in effort and it's paying off. You feel human again and excited about the future. And then you realize that while you were thinking it was getting better someone else thought it was falling apart.