just before i moved here, i was tired of worrying. i was tired of being angry. i was tired of the drama. and i was tired of fighting.
the 10 days i spent with you initially were amazing. i never fought, never worried, never feared, i wasn't angry, i wasn't stressed out.
i was happy.
and even through all the anxiety, fear, these last 3 weeks... i was happy for a minute here. i reconciled my anxieties, and accepted & loved the new life i chose. my life, with my man, in our home.
every reason i can think of is telling me to stay; and every other reason i can think of is telling me to go.
if you truly want us to be over; if there is no glimmer of hope anywhere; i will go.
there are very few reasons that could make me stay...
give me one reason to stay here, and i'll turn right back around.
how do i stop myself from crawling into bed next to him?