I keep thinking that maybe it’s my fault; maybe I am rude without noticing.
But I know it’s not true. Every time he takes his anger out on me is every time that I hate my immobility. If indeed I have grown wings as they put it, then I would have flown away a long time ago. But instead, I sit here and this feeling of helplessness slowly gnaws at me. Accompanied by this need to hide. And just cry. Because it’s not easy to have all this pent-up frustration for so long, without wanting to appear completely weak. I refuse to give into his bullying, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything.
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The ‘loving you’ part is easy; it’s the ‘missing you’ that’s difficult.
I know it’s not easy but please realise that for every time I say ‘no’ to an opportunity to just see you and hold your hand, even if it’s only for a few minutes, or sixty whole seconds, it hurts me more than it does to you. Because I’m the one who has to say ‘no’ even though I don’t want to. This hurt is not apparent as I try to remain cheery, like it doesn’t matter cause I don’t want you to take it personally. Then I get this frustration that doesn’t really subside until the next time I see you.
You are worth the effort and so much more. It’s just me. I would have if I could have. And you have every right and reason to be angry at me because you don’t ask for much, and yet I am so chained to what I cannot let go of. So I understand your anger. What amazes me is that you still apologise, when I know that if anyone should be apologising, it’s me. How did I ever find you? For someone who can churn out 1500 word essays when I doesn’t really mean to, I really don’t know how to describe how much I love you. But as I’ve learned, putting things into words sometimes only serves to make things worse. It just hits me time and time again that I hope I don’t lose this streak of luck that is keeping me with you.