“I want to talk to you, but when you’re there, I don’t know what to say anymore.”
“Don’t be clingy.”
“I just want you to be malambing.”
“I wouldn’t want you to be mature if that means you’d lose the things I love about you.”
“Last night, I was so angry that I could have broken up with you.”
“You don’t know me.”
“I wouldn’t be patient for you all the time.”
“Talk to me when you don’t have tantrums anymore.”
“Do you still love me?” “I don’t know.”
“Stop saying sorry if you’re still going to do it.”
“I’m getting tired.”
“Do you want to cool off?”
That’s how the Kid and I are when we fight. But none of us wants to give up. More than anything I know we love each other. It hurts when you hear those words again in your head. I’m sure he feels the same way.
Everyone goes through this.
I’m just writing this, because it only sank in that words when said, they hurt. I want to remember how much it does so I’ll be careful in saying them.
2 weeks ago