Apr 03, 2006 06:12
i told him.
i told my love about my downward spiral. i told him about my recurring suicidal thoughts, about college about my grades about those cunts.
i broke down holding him. we were entwined under the sheets. he held me tight and told me it's going to be well and i am gonna get better.
"You don't wanna do that." he told me
"Would you hate me if i did?"
He paused for a while, looked away from me and turned to me again, his face closer to mine, "I'd be disappointed because i thought you were better than that."
He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. I wanted to sleep with him and i didn't wanna wake up.
I told my boyfriend i didn't want him to run away from me thinking i'm just another crazy little girl with issues plus i didn't want to burden him with my shit. i wanted to make him happy.
and that is the god honest truth.
"I still wanna marry you."
i broke down again and he wiped my tears smudging my mascara. i looked like a wreck but he didn't care and he kissed me again and again until we fell into another deep slumber.