From the past|

Are you crying?
Are you fucking crying?
What did I tell you about crying?
Oh shit, oh shit. Wipe away the tears, hurry-
And then I reply. Don't cry.

No, can you not remember anything!? There's more to it, damn it!

Then my face is stinging.
And then I am crying harder.

Oh baby,
He cooed,
Don't cry, please. I just want you to know that there is no need to cry, because you are blessed. You're blessed to have me baby because I love you.

I know you do, but why?
If you love me why do you hurt me?
Why do you break my heart?

But I am faithful.
I am loyal.
I am lovable.

So I reply.
I love you too.

And you rest your head on mine.
And you kiss me.
And you hold me.
And you hug me.

And moments like these assure me that you do love me, that you do care for me,
But you just don't know how to show it...correctly.