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I know I need this badly.

Count one to five before I respond.

I need to control my temper.

I’m sorry if I’m binge and if I irritate you with my questions.

I’m sorry when I get mad when you don’t want to answer.

Patience–where are you?


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A New Beginning

Turning a new leaf.

Opening a new chapter.

Closed book.

The bridge has been crossed.

Past is past.

Everyday is now a brand new day.

With you.

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Yes, it’s sweeter.

The nth time around.

Yes, this is definitely worth all the tears.

Let’s not fight again, okay?

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Last Post

This may be my last post here.

This may be the last time you’ll hear from me.

If ever you do read this.

I highly doubt it though.

So this post doesn’t really matter.

My actions will.

With all the hurt I’ve caused you,

I think this is enough.

I’m sorry.

Thank you.

AND I love you.

The last three things I want to tell you.

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I tried giving you my everything.

Apparently, my everything is not enough.

I don’t know what to do now.

I don’t know where to get what you want me to give.

You accuse me of not being ready.

That I still want to go out and enjoy my life.

What’s wrong with that?

I don’t do things that I will regret later on.

I don’t do bad things.

Where is the trust?

The trust that I will not do evil things that will affect our relationship.

When I go out,

It does not mean that I do not want to be with you.

It just means that “I am going out”.

No meaning into that.

Just drinks and laughs with other people.

We have that too.

I would like to think.

But why the anger?

Why the mistrust?

Why the insecurity?

Where is the understanding?

Again…what do you want from me?

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I admire your drive.

Literally and figuratively.

I hate it that you love long driving.

It makes me feel inept.

But if you love doing it,

Then by all means.

I just want you to be happy.

As I am at my happiest when you are.

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The little things you do.

The short quips you make.

Your smell and your lips.

They all make me smile.

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