Heyy. I wasn’t drunk or anything last night. I know myself. But I think the problem is, I was myself.
For the record, never there was a time last night that I got mad.
You asked me not to contact you ‘til Saturday. What am I supposed to do for the time being? If I have the time I always look for you. You expect me to just stop? It’s like asking me “could you please stop loving me for a while?, not until when you have a lot time for it.”
Not everyone has time, most of the time people make time. I make time for you. You’re making efforts I can see that, but you don’t have to do that when you know all you have to do all day is make sure that you’re okay, me texting or chatting or calling and you waiting for it is just like you’re doing extra work when it is somebody else’s job.
You don’t have to wait for it, you know it’s coming, you just wanted it to be the way you want it to be. Even though you know the circumstances.
It’s hard not having you here. I get torn completely every time someone asks me of your whereabouts, and how you’ve been, of how apart we are.
Well whatever this is, I love you anyways.
PS: Don’t ever ask me to not to talk to you. Because eventually, maybe, I will never again.