Sometimes, I wish I could have a real conversation with you. Tell you how I feel about all this, but mainly ask how YOU feel about all this. You never really tell me anything real. All our conversations tiptoe around our lives. The only real conversations we've had are about our children. I guess that's why I include them in our chats. But then, when things get real and I text you, you choose to ignore me. You say we're fine, but then you shut me off. That's what bothers me the most. Not that you won't respond what I don't want to hear, but that you do not respond at all. And what's worse, you respond days later with an irrelevant text that neither addresses my question nor tells me anything. Simply a wasted effort for you to say, hey I'm still here, ache for me some more. I wish I could take a peek inside your brain, see what goes on behind those chocolate eyes. I never meant to fall for you, I still don't mean it. You are horrible to me when you ignore me but you are wonderful to me when you don't. It's something I will never be able to understand.
1:22 p.m. - 2018-07-24
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