Just Sayin'

Truth is…

I love when we aren’t fighting. I like having fun with you. But I don’t think that you realize that sometimes, as much as I want to believe what you say, I don’t. I don’t think you realize that I can so easily picture us breaking up. But I’m still here. I choose to believe that you’re “just friends” with her because I’m not ready to let you go yet. I know you text her. A lot. I know that you disappear for multiple hours to hang out with her. I know. 

Here’s what you don’t know.

I really, truly already have one foot out the door. I constantly go back and forth between ending us. I’m tempted to start talking to someone else. I want to talk to someone else. Someone who cares. 

You don’t seem to care about what I care about. The obvious things, yes, I think you care about those. But some things, things that you know I love, you brush off. Hunger Games. I want to work in Africa. Go to France. Go back to London. Travel the world. Harry Potter. Tiny Hands and the Invisible Children (Cover the Night?? Hell yes. The UNL kids have campus and downtown Lincoln, as far as I’m aware).

I know you don’t have to love them. I’ll never force you too, but it would be nice if you would at least acknowledge what I’m passionate about, the way I do for you.

“Do what you feel in your heart to be right, for you’ll be criticized anyway.” - Eleanor Roosevelt