The problem with our relationship is that it's not concrete. We have no boundaries. I am jealous of the air you breathe, so you can definitely believe that I am jealous of your "girl" friends. How they can comment on your FB posts, pretend like they know you (and some may know you well, how well is what makes me jealous). But I can't be jealous now, can I? No. Not really. Cause you're not really technically mine.
I hate it. You are not perfect, but I love your imperfections and therefore I want you all for me and I get very territorial with things I want. I am also very selfish. I want to see you as often as I can, as much as I can. Which means always! I hate that you don't want to see me as much as I do, and when I ask you to hang out and you say you can't, I can't help but to wonder why? Wondering if you'll be going out with someone else. Why can't I just ask you, straight out? Because I'm afraid. I'm afraid to disrupt our "calm" And this... this is the most pathetic. I hate this. That's all I have to say.
10:02 a.m. - 2019-01-20
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