It’s 4 AM, I called wondering where you were. It rang and then went to voicemail. I called again it went straight to voicemail. You don’t want to pick up. I texted you how I was worried and wondering where you were. No response. I stay awake, I fret. Exhaustion. Relationship books. I browse through them on Amazon and I order couple to be shipped tonight. I shouldn’t have spent that money. Do I really think that this is going to help?
6 AM, I heard the garage opening. I opened the door for you. Welcome home. Silence.
Why didn’t you pick up?
I didn’t feel like talking to you.
Didn’t you know I was worried about you?
I don’t care.
Why do you think that was okay?
You never gave a shit about how I felt, why should I give a shit about how you feel.
You know that’s not true… Heartache sits in. Do you want to get past this?
Stop nagging. I don’t care about all of this shit, just let me live my life.
But I want to live that life with you.
I don’t give a shit right now. Just leave me the fuck alone.
I want to give up so badly and run away from all of this. But I love you so much. Please let this work out.