"Suddenly, everything has change."

I wish that there was some powerful, measurable way to make you experience worry, to make you see that the events taking place between us are hurting us. You're a blind mouse, innocent and sweet, overlooking the damage in order to retain your optimistic facade. Confronted by this fact, you recoil from offense and continue to live the lie that you have come to know. And while the fault is on both sides equally, the only difference is that I can identify it instead of ignore it as you do. Change has shaken our world and it's up to us to stop the quaking. But your petty comebacks to the identified problems and easily offended nature are so unbelievably frustrating sometimes that all I can do is distance myself from you and the hurt you put me in. I wonder if you're even afraid of losing me anymore.

"I know you have felt much more love than you've shown."