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I wonder.
I keep going back and forth about whether or not this will work eventually.
You seem happy to see me, you like spending time with me, you even say you love me.
But can we ever forgive each other for what’s happened? Can I ever get past the sick feeling I get when I think about you and her and the feeling I got when you gave up on me out of nowhere? Can I trust myself not to make stupid mistakes and to not be a crazy bitch like that again?
Can we communicate well enough to get past this shit?
I’m trying but sometimes you don’t know how to talk about things. I wish you’d talk to me.
And I wish I knew how to ask you all the things I mean to ask.