He just does not understand me. He probably will never get the intensity of my sadness and if I pressed my hands tightly to his, he would press it back harder, but not because he partook my pain but because it was a 'correct' response.
If I held him, hugged him he would hug me back, because its what was 'normal' and not because in the very act of lifting me, he metaphorically meant to lift me away from my troubles even if, only just for a while.
I could not be patient, I could not be mediocre and I could not just forgive and forget. I was just not that kinda girl.
Once again did I make the wrong choice? So what if he loves me? Is that enough?
