What do you do?

If he doesn't think you are funny, quite often doesn't understand your gestures and gets angry at your chatty chat personality cause he thinks you share too much. 

What do you do if he feels disrespected by comments that have no bad intentions on your part?
Or angry with your incapacity to confront people or your not so spotless dishes?

What if he gets angry because your ex is your soulmate.

You break up, right? 
Right? 

No, you don't. You stay. 
And you think again and again and again. Why? 

It doesn't sound like a rational thing. And it's not. 
You are in love.

Love is messy at times. 
Love hurts, but love also cries. 
Love tries to better himself and grow.
Love eats healthy home made food but he doesn't mix things much.
Love loves homemade muffins and is able to eat one per day. 
Love has the most beautiful freckles 
Love is tidy af and love has this body... you don't wanna be far from.

Sometimes, you hope you are good enough for love, but most of the time you know...
that the love you have for each other is not enough. It's too much... but not fucking enough. 

It breaks you to think you are not going to go dancing or to the movies, parachute... not even travel together. 

And I can say I believe love when he writes that he wants to keep me in his life, but I know love too well to know that's not possible. 

Maybe that's what love wants, but maybe love can't...

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