3.7.17 Monday (11:08pm)
Even when he makes me feel unwanted, unloved and unappreciated, I still crave to feel his weight on my chest. To touch his skin, run my fingers through his hair, look deeply into his doting eyes. The distance kills me. The literal and figurative distance. Patiently waiting for him to come out of his slump, back in to my arms. There is always a terrible stigma attached to a woman letting her man “walk all over her” but sometimes it is our responsibility to be there for him, just like sometimes when we’re in a stroppy mood, and he remains as a constant for us. It is essential to be aware of his situation and see things from his shoes too before being quick to judge or jump to conclusions. If you had asked me yesterday, hell even a couple of hours ago, I would have raged. He is doing it tough too. Moving to a new state, starting a new residency, meeting new people, leaving old friends, not having a permanent place to live and on top of all that having to study for a long ass exam. While he has a lot on his plate, he’s all I have on mine. Hoping and praying for better days to come by soon for the both of us; for the sake of our relationship. All the while, still madly in love. Yours truly 💋