Everyone sleeping.
I'm done with all bullshit. Not from you, but from us.
I'm tired of all escalations.
I became uninterested in our fights.
I want to breath, to life. And I've the feeling I'm getting squeezed.
I'm afraid, afraid that my love dims. Like a fire does without his oxygen.
I'm running out of energy. my motivation in us is fading brick by brick.
And it hurts me, every time I think of this moment. Don't cry. Else I will break, because you were for me all I desired .. What I wanted, what I needed. But things have changed. And it breaks me .. Damn, tears flow from my eyes.
Constant pain, mental pain.
Translated from Dutch. Breaking up Monday with my gf. Can't sleep so I'm writing to get trough the time.