He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
"We aren’t supposed to do things using sheer will power. Sooner or later, we will just lose steam. Tonight, I have lost steam. The tears are on the brink of falling, and I just want to curl up under my blankets. Things feel too overwhelming and complicated."
