The worst part of everything? Not knowing what's happening. I understand it if you can't talk much... but every time I ask what's happening you ignore the question or just don't respond. That's the worst part about everything. Not knowing the truth.
And the sad truth behind this? If I ask you again, you won't tell me. And if you do it'll probably be just a lie. Or an excuse. I don't get it. Am I not trustworthy anymore? Or did I piss you off? If you think I won't understand, you're crazy. I've agreed to tell you everything. And I will. But I can't if I'm constantly worried about what might be going on with you.
Six bucks says I'll fail the state testing because of this. You're all I can think about. And losing you is all I fear. And it's worse since I don't know what's going on.
It's pain to know you don't trust me enough to tell you whether or not SOMETHING actually happened.
What did I do to deserve that? Do you hate me now? Or not love me? I guess I'll have to push all those thoughts aside when I talk to you so I can be that perfect wife for you. But at least I can cry here. At least the pages can hold me in some way.
YOU ARE READING
To You, Who I May Never See
Non-FictionIf I fall into the real world, I'll be alone... If I fall into the nightmares, I'll be in eternal pain but I won't have to miss you... In the end, my two choices are really very similar. Only in one, I'll still see you. So tell me. Do I fall into a...
