I’m tired, he’s my strength.
He’s busy with anything else but me.
I tried to say that I’m tired, hinting him to give me some attention.
We’ll he did, but I pushed him away.
Now he’s the one who’s mad.
Isn’t he supposed to coax me, till I’m not mad?
Isn’t he supposed to make me feel like he still cares?
Isn’t he?
I’m hurt.
I’m sad and disappointed.
Why is it that it’s easy for him to let go, to just give up.
Am I not worth it?
Am I not enough?
What is it?
What more do I need to do?
What more do I need to prove?
What?
I’m just tired.
Maybe I need to rest.
Maybe I need to think.
Maybe it’s me that’s in the wrong.
Maybe it’s my fault.
Should I say sorry?
Should I explain that I just miss him?
That I just need his little bit of attention?
Then what?
But why does it have to be me that should give in?
What if it happened again?
Could I still take it?
Could my heart still take it?
Does my heart strong enough?
Yes, I should give in.
This time we can still work it out.
I chose to make it out.
Because I chose him.
I’m just tired but I still love him.
