I know I’m going to hurt you.
I forgot that I saw you but I remember what you said.
You’re my kindred spirit but not my soulmate.
I’ll never introduce you to my parents.
You’ll never meet my friends.
I won’t spend the rest of my life with you.
I’ll never stop being in love with you.
I’m a good person really.
I remembered, just now, how much I used to love you;
Which helped me to forget why it is I hate you.
When she was tired, her voice was shrill and
it sounded as though he was listening through broken earphones.
I’d have done everything.
I’d have made myself be perfect.
Why’d you have to ask me?
I’ve changed so much since we met that I can’t remember why I fell in love with you.
I’m always going to win this game.
Does that bother you?
When does it bother you?
When it stops being fun.
When what stops?
The playing. When the playing stops being fun.
If only you could see that you loved me.
That this tail-chasing, constant texting, game playing that you like to do with me wasn’t just fun but an actual feeling. A reality.
I need you to know that for me this isn’t just a probable potential with some possibility, it’s real and I feel it. More and more each moment.
I want to tell you I love you without being afraid.