Thick Skin
It wells up inside me, like water splashing against a dam slowly chipping it apart. There’s only so much I can handle but I continue on either way.
“You ok?” He said looking at me with concern in his eyes. The once upbeat atmosphere slowly disappearing into a more serious one.
“Yeah.. just was thinking about last week”.
“Oh..” He then turned away, but I knew he was just trying to hide the fact that he was worried about me. He’s such a worrywart.
Whenever stuff like this happens it always ends the conversation in awkward silence. I kind of hate it, like we want to say something to each other but can’t find the right words or time.
I’ve already blown up once and it was so painful, having to just cry and cry while he’s trying to comfort me. I just want to be able to be strong and not have to worry about it anymore.
I just need to be tougher, grow some thick skin.
