You are not a perfect lover, I know that. Sometimes I just miss the old you, the one that I first knew and fell in love with. We live in the same house, we cook for each other and do our mindane responsibilities in life. We call ourselves a married couple and yet sometimes I feel like we are becoming more like strangers. Yes, we know stuff about each other and we shared laughter and tears together but the very thing that I am yearning for is an emotional connection. When I am darn lost and down, Inwish you can say all the right words and just comfort me...to say that no matterr how fucked up the situation is, we can make it because you are there and we are together. When my thoughts are racing, I wish that instead of giving in, you would give me clarity instead. At night, I just wish you can hug me tight and say I love you over and over again and not just merely falling asleep like a fucking log. What are we really? What am I to you? Sure maybe you just have your own way of showing things and I have a screwed idea of what a lover should be, but god damn it! Why should I even have to tell you things that you should know already?it is like time has slowly made you a stale bread, a tasteless effin bread. Or maybe that is just it, you have fallen out of love. Maybe I am just too tiring to love and you cannot even voluntarily love me.
That is just sad. Reading that part out loud just makes me wanna cry. How pathetic we have become. They say every relationship goes into a phase like this and itshouldn't be such a surpise. How fucking wonderful, we are becoming two stale breads playing house. I guess we should just call ourselves companions.
What do you do when the fire and the light is slowly dying already? Do you just let it die and die with it? Coz I think that is where we are heading.
