after all that we've been through, would you still call this love?

i lie to him. to try & make everything better.

i don't want to.

i don't want to fix all the insecurities he has about his girlfriend. i want to nurture them, until they grow to be irreversible problems.

but i don't.

because i'm stone.

i handle everyone's problems, but noone handles mine, because i don't tell them they exist.

on his birthday card, she writes,

"we don't just share a brain;
we're soulmates."

& i want to scream, "YOU'RE NOT!"

& they're not because she doesn't know. when he has anxiety attacks, it's not her he talks to.

when he's depressed in the middle of the night, it's not her he calls.

you don't see the worst sides of him, & therefore you know nothing.

so let's not talk about things we don't fully understand, like a person's soul, okay?

before & after