Thursday, June 21, 2012


I have been thinking about it for a few days, and it's becoming more and more apparent to me: how many lies it takes to build a relationship. Be it big lies, small lies, white lies or half truths. We like hearing things we want to hear. So we tell, and are being told, accordingly.

Tonight I realized how sometimes, truth works better.

I love talking to you, and I love being able to talk to you. I love it even more that you are willing to listen and talk to me. I love that embarrassed smile on your face when I point out something you didn't realize about yourself, or when I leave you tongue-tied because you have nothing to use against my argument (I also actually quite like the idea of winning in the most childish sense of the phrase). I love how you try to reassure me whenever I get all insecure, which is honestly pretty damn often.

Ever since you came back I know I have been letting it all out on you. I have been difficult to handle, moody and unpredictable. Bringing up the past, making a mountain out of a molehill, blowing up at the slightest thing. I am so afraid to be let down again so I get all pissed off and angry because I don't want to appear soft and vulnerable.

But you never stop trying, even though it must be hard on you too.

And you love me, even at my most unlovable.

No comments: