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October 11, 2010
I think it's happening again.

First, the fear. The crying. The begging. The heartbreak. Don't do it. Don't do it, please, please, please. Let me help you.

Then the exhaustion. Dry puffy eyes. Headache. Empty. Sleep.

At last, the anger. The resentment. The pulling away. This is the moment that the heart hardens. It has learned to build a barrier, to keep it safe, whole, free of the seeping wounds you cause so often.

I can't take this anymore. I can't do this again. Please, please, just get away from me.

And I know, it will start all over again.