whats the point in pretending to be okay when she’s slowly being engulfed by misery and regret
is all I feel within my entire body.
When he can’t send me home, there’s a sting in my heart that I have to travel all the way home by myself
When I have to travel all the way to the West, I forget all the times he’s picked me up and sent me home
When I want attention, I pester and I whine.
Its so easy to forget that for all those rides he takes home with me, he has to head home on his own.
For all those times I travel to him, he’s come to me x5.
I forget that even though I’m fully energised, he’s tired from guard duty the night before, but made an effort to plan our date.
Its so easy to think of myself and feel like his love isn’t enough.
But its more than enough- its the greatest, most selfless and abounding love I could ever receive and I should be more grateful.
i hate this.