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When I look back I have difficulty remembering the good times. This is where my anger and bitterness sprouts from, and the reason I can’t smile at you any more. There was always something to discuss that kept us up in the hours picking apart actions, personality, and words. I feel that petty things destroyed us and I’m angry at that fact.
When we talk now I find it easy to be mad, and so it strikes me hard when you say something sweet and I feel that soft spot in my heart, then I remember little bits of our laughs, and smiles and love.
You have given me many apologies but I haven’t felt passionate about anything yet to feed you one. Until tonight, thank you for being kind and patient. Tonight I remember the good parts of us and know you deserve an apology as well. I’m sorry for having this pessimistic memory and taking it out on your white flag attempts.
PS: thank you….their beautiful.
When we talk now I find it easy to be mad, and so it strikes me hard when you say something sweet and I feel that soft spot in my heart, then I remember little bits of our laughs, and smiles and love.
You have given me many apologies but I haven’t felt passionate about anything yet to feed you one. Until tonight, thank you for being kind and patient. Tonight I remember the good parts of us and know you deserve an apology as well. I’m sorry for having this pessimistic memory and taking it out on your white flag attempts.
PS: thank you….their beautiful.