The fight

In this period of us fighting, of us being silent, of us punishing each other by not talking; I feel Terrible. No matter how much I blame you for the reason of us fighting, for matter how much I take you account for being distant, I want to talk to you. I get questions like, 'If I really matter to you' or 'Is the deafening silence also ring in your ear', rushing all over my mind. I feel Terrible and this weird feeling would not just leave my soul, where I feel like 'tearing my heart into million pieces and hand them to you' to let you know how much it's hurting and stinging. I want to call you and scream, demanding a reason for our fight, but I know, I know you won't understand, you never did. I know you would call this 'overreacting' you always do. But love, I feel terrible here without you and I feel terrible for knowing that you're not terrible without me.

A.A.