War is all I think about. How dare you to do this to me. Of course I am mad. I'm tired. I get dysfunctional and I'm so sick of anything that you have done.
My heart is beating hard when I know you did the thing that makes me so fuckin disappointed.
It hurts me a lot, dear.
Don't you dare to touch me or hug me. I hate you a lot.
I trust you, honey. I fucking trust you.
I always did.
You've promised me for a thousand times that you love me and everything.
But I am sick to be in love.
I am tired.
But in the other side, I need you a lot. I say that I don't need your hug. But my body keeps telling you, "Yes, I need that".
Then you try to calm me down and explain everything. You say that you won't do it again. You promise. And, as always; I trust you, honey. I fucking trust you. I always do.
Hoping that the problem is over, but there's still scar on me.
Please heal me. Because you are not just scar maker, but also my healer too.
I love you. I fucking love you.
I always do.