Lull

I like the look on your face when I say I'm almost where you are. You search through the crowds and I see excitement in your eyes. It's always like this when we haven't seen each other for a while. A while meaning 5 days tops.

But then we get to a point where pointless arguments become our mode of conversation. I don't back down, I always fight for what I perceive to be the truth. You, on the other hand, raise your hands as a sign of surrender and let me win it all. That's not how it is to win an argument. It ends up in stalemate, where you give yours up and I lose all composure for my arguments.

Don't get me wrong, we're still very much crazy about each other. I still like everything about you. I guess it's who I am that's bothering me..

I guess it gets to be this way when someone becomes a mirror that shows all your faults. It's unbelievably crazy looking into that mirror because you see all the horror that you've become. Things you don't see in yourself, things you believe are so far away from who and what you are. But then that mirror hopes for the best and lets you see it all so you can get better.

It gets worse before it gets better. That's something I have to hold on to.