The light at the end of the tunnel
Logan and I have been in limbo for the past 2 months. Now it seems that we've been leaning toward a more...seemingly dreadful concrete decision.
My relationship is probably officially ending. Maybe not so much of a surprise considering we've been having communication problems.
What is a relationship without words? Or conversation?
I thought we were compatible. That we had common interests.
He has given up because the pain that he has substituted for me in my absence is now too much of a nuisance.
We are indefinite.
Will you move to Maryland, Logan?
You say you might, and that you'll think about it.
You won't.
You're leaving me now so you can escape this ongoing stress. How sad has our relationship become. Nothing more than tension, stress, and worries. Insecurity.
Looks like 1,700 miles got the best of us.
Or, did it reveal something very profound?
That you aren't really mine, and I'm not really your's...and that was never the way it was supposed to go.
I'm not your wife, and you're not my husband.
We're free of each other...even though a large part of me would rather be bound.
You are not the only one feeling pain and depression and insecure and unfocused.
I think that's how I feel.
Unfocused. Like I am a blur in the world, and to you.
I don't see how anyone can really see me anymore.
My relationship is probably officially ending. Maybe not so much of a surprise considering we've been having communication problems.
What is a relationship without words? Or conversation?
I thought we were compatible. That we had common interests.
He has given up because the pain that he has substituted for me in my absence is now too much of a nuisance.
We are indefinite.
Will you move to Maryland, Logan?
You say you might, and that you'll think about it.
You won't.
You're leaving me now so you can escape this ongoing stress. How sad has our relationship become. Nothing more than tension, stress, and worries. Insecurity.
Looks like 1,700 miles got the best of us.
Or, did it reveal something very profound?
That you aren't really mine, and I'm not really your's...and that was never the way it was supposed to go.
I'm not your wife, and you're not my husband.
We're free of each other...even though a large part of me would rather be bound.
You are not the only one feeling pain and depression and insecure and unfocused.
I think that's how I feel.
Unfocused. Like I am a blur in the world, and to you.
I don't see how anyone can really see me anymore.