I tried so hard to get you to understand me. I spent hours and hours talking and listening and trying to understand and learn and I really thought that you got it. When all the shit hit the fan, I had no more energy to pour into debate with you. You are right about my shortcomings… the way I communicate or lack thereof. But I didn’t have anything left to give. I think we met at a bad time and rushed into things I wasn’t ready for. You are still loved and missed daily. I miss your intelligence and our talks. I miss laying in your arms. I hope you are able to find someone who can be what you need and what I was not able to be. I wish it could have been me.
Hangs my head