Promising Butterfly
So last night: "we will work it out."I hope so.
I hope it's not all just words.
I hope that you truly understand.
I hope that it's not all talk, just something to placate, and I hope that you are as willing to wait as I hope.
"You really scared me Monday night"
"That's because you were being unreasonable"
I guess.
Just promise me you won't leave me.
The way you told me at the pub, "If this isn't going to work out, I need to know. I need to move on."
I'm seriously hoping that all this discussion is over. I don't want us to turn up 6 months down the track and have you turn around and demand to know why I can't stay over.
And last night when you said to me, "I'm just selfish."
True. But ironically there's nothing I can say to that other than agree. And even when agreeing, I do it in silence. Because there's nothing that I can really say to that.
Let's hope that we can incorporate you into a lot more family events, let my family get to know you more over the coming months and that maybe I will be allowed to stay over given certain circumstances or whatever in the coming months.
Please, just be patient with me?
I'm trying as hard as I can, although you claim that I haven't compromised at all, and that in fact I'm not even trying to keep you.
That look of frustration the other night - "you won't even give me a token offer."
Please, let it all be alright.
posted by Enigmatic Butterfly @ 4:26 pm
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it's not easy, not easy at all; our lifelike lifelikenesses. from the bottom of my heart, bezdnagrani.
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