As I lay there hating life. Past arguments flooding my mind. Thoughts of wishing I said something or wishing I hadn’t. Situations where I wish I had done something different or situations where I could’ve made a difference. I stop and look at her thinking of all the times I’ve felt so weak because of her. I sit and hope that fires may reignite. Out of full impulse I decided to give the most passionate kiss I could muster out of the fear hate and anger I felt, and for a few moments I felt like just breaking down right then and there. I could tell she enjoyed it, though I could not figure out how I felt. I still sit pondering what my relationship has come to, or if it even is a relationship anymore..
