It took every single bit of my patience not to scream into the void yesterday. I voice my dislike for things, he says he understands, and yet he never changes what I am expressing my dissatisfaction about. Like not a bit. Is it ignorance or does he really not care? It is hard to tell. Text is unyielding. Text has no fucking soul.
I abhor text messaging and he knows it. I tolerate it to the best of my ability for him. He has given me…
Never mind that.
But then there are moments that I swear things are going to be just fine.
Those are such small moments lately.
I am afraid of holding them too tightly because I might squeeze them into dust.
