As I lay here, I feel so empty but full of pain. I don’t know what to do with this anymore. I don’t think I can take it any longer either. The fussing and fighting. Nitpicking at every single flaw that we lay out on the table. It’s exhausting. Why can’t you just be happy with me? Like we once were before any of this happened? You see.. I lived for those nights when no one had a clue of what was going on. Spending, not even two months apart without saying “I miss you.” I miss the sweetness of you; the delicacy of your shattered soul. Why are you so afraid of showing me that side again? That consistency of what you really are? Fragile. I lay here with you now, day after day, such a sudden shift, not wanting to cry as I write this so I won’t bother you with my emotions. But now you’re tossing and turning. I remember when I would wake up in the middle of night, facing you, or having your arms protect me as I woke up in fear. You don’t understand how comforting that is to me.. The one person you care for the most, guarding you from anything evil.
