THE LOST YEARS

Before I met you, life was boring and I was depressed. Not to say that I didn’t have things to do, but I’d lost enthusiasm to do them. You inspired me to make changes. I didn’t want to sleep anymore. For the last three years the only thing I would reliably get out of bed…

He said he’d call me after the gym, and I didn’t hear from him. It’s okay. I’ll leave it. I’ve done what I can for now, and anything more is pathetic. I don’t like the way he talks to me when he’s frustrated. I find he gets frustrated quite easily. I suppose he gets frustrated…

I hate this because I feel deflated. Deflated. The same word you used to describe how I make you feel. It’s a kind of emotional exhaustion. Disappointed. Hopeless. A little confused. Why.

It's like after I hurt you I couldn't come back from that. Now everything's so serious. I just want to lie on the couch and watch a movie with you. It's okay though, I think I need to let you go... and hope that you'll come back like before this ever happened.

It’s funny how love is so amazing and awesome that just the thought of losing it brings about so many negative feelings. Most of all fear. And we respond to that insecurity in funny ways. Too quick to judge. Too quick to anger. Too quick to defence-mode and jumping straight into heartbreak before...

Baby, I get way too excited when I talk to you. It’s funny how I love you changes things. Suddenly I’m comfortable being excited. And being scared. And being all the things I didn’t show you before I love you. All the things you didn’t actually love me for. I should’ve have taken the words to mea...