Sigh sometimes I think we were made in a lab to be the worst pair we could possibly be. I can’t believe we’re making it work sometimes. We are both at one of the worst point in our lives and neither of us can properly support the other. I don’t believe we’ve been dating for over a year at this point cause I still think of you saying, you don’t know me, two weeks into us calling, and I wonder. Sigh, I don’t know. I want to know you, more than that I want to be known by you, but it makes me feel shitty that it’s taken us a year and a half to get this far. I feel like you don’t know me at all, cause you act terrified to death of me, and that makes me feel so unbelievably bad. But you can’t help it, and I can’t bring it up, because your working on it already and at one of the worst point of your life. And, I feel like we barely talk anymore, it feels like the honeymoon phase is over and we’ve moved in and only exist in the same space now, too busy too separate for simple talk. There’s a hole inside of me that doesn’t care that I have a partner, it still is empty. I don’t know what to do.
My secret is I’m emptier than you. You can love me, I don’t know if I can. I can do all of the motions but not enough to reassure you. And you can’t be perfect enough for me. I keep dreaming of a white savior and I feel bad, but I don’t like having to be the brave one in a relationship. I don’t want to save anyone I want to be saved. Selfishly I know, but not selfish enough cause don’t worry I won’t abandon my post. I’ll be the rock until I break down, sorry I keep breaking down, I’ll work better to love you.