#492.
I don't want you to feel bad. Or sad, or mad. Not anymore.
I want to be able to make you feel better, you know? I don't want to just be there. I want to be able to pull you out of whatever it is, the same way you have that capability over me. I'll admit it, you telling me you're out of it doesn't exactly make me feel over the moon but then again, I'd be alarmed if it did.

I don't know, I'm sorry I left so abruptly last night. I'm sorry that you probably feel like shit for doing whatever it is you think you did, when in reality it was probably my fault for being such a little shit. I went to sleep crying, and I guess you wouldn't like that. I'm sorry. I should have stuck it out until we sorted things out. I read your texts when I woke up at like three and I started crying again. I don't know. I really do love you. It's just hard to talk to you when you're like that. You're right, I get a bit annoyed but if it were up to me I'd stay up all night at least until you felt a little bit better.

I wish I could do that. I wish I could make you feel better, lover. Sorry.

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