I don’t think I love you. Not in that way. And I know that you are IN love with her and would go back to her in a heartbeat if you could. Couple that with the hardship we have been through over the last two years and maybe that’s why I feel so removed from this ‘relationship’. I don’t even feel real in it. I daydream of living by myself. I feel like I’m here to help you but not much more. I was here because I had to be and now that everything is somewhat stable, it’s time for me to shove off. We went through some shit and I was glad to help, glad to be there. But now I want my space back. And I wonder if I’ll get to. I wonder what will be next.
