Sometimes I think it’s unfair to him. Sometimes I think I should walk away and leave him with his peace.
The weight of it all rests on my shoulders.
And I rest my head on his shoulders.
Sometimes I find myself being dissatisfied with the smallest detail. I take a step back and realize nothing is out of place…it’s just me, losing my stranglehold on the control in my emotions. There’s so much at stake. There’s so much going wrong. So much that I just need that one thing in my life that is going well to be…PERFECT.
But the weight of it all could break us.
The weight of that need shouldn’t be his to bear.
He never need be perfect.
Yet I need him to be perfect.
The weight of it all…
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