I wish that I could wake up and not have to convince myself that this isn’t a bad dream and that it’s reality. I wish I could walk downstairs and face my family without having to deal with patronizing looks. I wish that you weren’t so mixed up and knew whether or not you wanted to be with me. I wish I had the guts to walk away like you do. I wish I could make you feel the same way you make me feel, the good and especially the bad. I really wish that you didn’t have complete control over our future and I wish you would just make up your freaking mind for once in your life because you know that this is eating me alive. I want to hate you but I just can’t. I guess that’s what three years together does to a person.
