no one knows who I am talking about....
Doesnt matter how much we fucking fight, or how much you irritate me, or how much we miscommunicate/misunderstand eachother... The fact of the matter is that I love you and it's hard going through life without you, or when you are mad at me, or even when I go to bed knowing that I haven't talked to you all day. I am so sick of this, yet my pride won't allow me to let the hurt go. They say love is compromise, patient, and kind. Lately I feel like we have lost sight of that. You underestimate how much you mean to me but it is because we don't know how to love eachother, or show eachother the way the other understands it... in their love language.