I’m really tired. I’m tired of loving, of fixing all the gaps. I’m tired of resisting, of walking, of being tired.
I’m sorry. You won’t understand what I did. I don’t think you could ever do.
You won’t hear my words. They’re losing their sanity. You don’t hear my words. You don’t want to. I love you. I can only love you. But there are things you know. Things rooted in me way back in my childhood. Embarrassing things. I can’t keep your love any longer. They are duties. They are my principles. They are my scare. They exist to I live and carry on this burden.
You are so little you can’t comprehend. And I. I am little too. Little and ordinary.
You thought I was selfish. Ordinarily selfish. You don’t know how much pain I endure