Dear,

I hate to fight with you, I hate to yell or to be yelled, especially in public.
It's sad that I can't make you love me, yes, you keep telling people that you're not in love. That hurts.
You barely touch me now, we used to have sex almost everytime we meet. But now, it's been a week since last time we made love.

Last night, before midnight, I was so happy to light up the candle on your birthday cake, it should be blown before midnight, when I was holding the cake with a candle on it, standing in front of you in the room, the only thing you said "I am busy! I dont' want this thing to be here!" I was hurt,badly.

I am not me anymore when I am with you, too bad that you can't love me. I don't want you to marry me for my green card, it sounds like insulting to me.
Maybe you are right, it's not going to work, maybe I have to start to prepare our departure.

I am still sad for yesterday, I can't believe you could be that mean to me.

Why are we still together? Because of the fear of being lonly?


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