a conversation between the boy who has my heart and, well, my heart.
the boy:
I really don't know what to say.
myself:
What do you mean you don't know what to say?
the boy:
I mean, I don't know how to make this right.
myself:
I don't understand?
the boy:
How to make you not hate me.
myself:
I don't hate you.
the boy:
I don't understand what to do to fix this problem.
myself:
Don't keep things from me. Don't get drunk around other girls. Learn how to apologize without me telling you you have to. Make your apology mean something. Stop hurting me when all I try to do is love you. Stop making me cry when all I want to do is smile. Start being the boy I thought you were. Gain my step dad's respect back. Be good to me.
the boy:
I understand.
myself:
Do you?
the boy:
Yes, I do.
myself:
And?
the boy:
The changes will be made, I'm sorry that they happened in the first place.
I'm hoping so badly that he's going to shape up and be the boy I thought he was, the boy I used to know. It's hard when you love someone more than yourself and you'd do not just about everything for them, but actually everything and they let you down and break your heart over and over again. I never thought he'd act in such a manner, he's used to be so perfect. Something changed and I'm worried for him. I'm worried for us.
