I don't know what is truth or fiction with you.... and sometimes I get drawn in to you're dreamworld.
I don't know if I can trust you. I want to, desperately. But it might be too far gone for that. I'm just waiting for the inevitable betrayal. We aren't children anymore. I hate this feeling of not knowing if there is an endgame here. There has to be light at the end of the tunnel.
I walked away before, because I don't want to fight. I can do it agian. I don't want to but I can. That's always an option.
I do know why we fight. Sometimes it gets too close to the right feeling when one or both of us has too much emotion towards the other and instead of dealing with the sadness and drama we focus it into an argument... we've had too much of that. I'll just apologize and let you win the minor arguments now. Because I don't want to lose the major ones. Not anymore.
I don't always say the right thing, and sometimes I say too much because I think it's what you want to hear....
... and then we get angry and stop talking. And the cycle continues until the next time.
Then we keep giving each other hope.
False or otherwise.
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