My little bear decided he does not want to talk to me anymore. I don’t know why and it’s really disconcerting. He’s quiet, avoids my stare, avoids my touch and seems to ignore me completely.
When I’m not talking to you, I’m thinking about you.
When I think about you I worry about you.
Even when I hate you, I still care for you (which I can’t stand)
I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean, but either way it’s true.
Things between us are very different now, and I want it to be how it was before.
Us… hanging out 24/7, late night phone calls just to hear my voice, and you being there for me without hesitation.
I miss those days more than you will ever know.
But this fight seems different than the others, more intense.
Then we stop talking.
Days go by, then months and still no words exchanged.
At first I thought the space would be better for me, but after a while it started to get to me.
That’s when I realized, you may be out of sight but never out of mind.
And every day I fight myself, argue with myself, and force myself neither to text nor call.
Because if you wanted to talk to me you would.
When we fight I’m usually the first one to give in and say sorry, well not this time.
I’m tired of continually caring for you when it feels as if you don’t give a damn. I’ve given you a world of chances.
So I finally throw my hand up and give up and say the words “I’m done.”
You’re not you anymore, you’re not the person I use to hang out with, talk with, and want to be with.
Not talking to you is hard, but at the end of the day you stress me out!
So when I think of you now, I think about who you were. And I miss you, the old you.
Just let me know when he comes back.