being understanding

i know i should be more understanding.

i know i should be.


this is one week out of many, right? don't be disappointed: everyone wants to "go home", because that's where "home" is. it's alright.

it's alright....


from the other side:
it weakens me, knowing it's going to be "another of those weekends". unfulfilling, unsatisfying. i'm trying, but i'm growing colder, inside. i'm slowly shrinking away. it's like he doesn't know me or know how to love me.

"i don't love you the way you want to be loved does not mean i do not love you."


yes, but that simply means i won't feel your love. i may understand your love but i don't feel it. i'm so sorry!