Me, You and Us

Me.

Narcissistic, hot-tempered, sensitive, emotional, disappointing, ungrateful.

You.

Caring, high-tolerance for me, never left me, loves me to the moon and back.

Us. 

Drifting, constant arguing. 

But never have we been so sure of something. Us. 

One word, guilt.

Two words, "I'm sorry".

Is what i've been feeling and saying a lot to you. 

I hate 

That I'm stressed so easily that I cry, get moody and throw my temper at you. 

That have to tolerate my nonsense everyday. 

That I have to make you suffer like that everyday.

I miss the times

When we're walking down the streets at 2am and telling each other how much we love one another.

When you automatically intertwine our fingers no matter where we are.

When we're just lying in bed and totally engrossed in watching a movie.

When we tell each other about our day and laugh till our stomach hurts.

When you wrap your hand around my waist protectively.

When you kiss me before we bid goodbye to each other.

I love 

That I'm the only one capable of making you feel loved.

That you're not afraid to brag to the world that I'm yours and yours only.

That you're the only one who I actually listen to.

That you're here with and for me no matter what.

That you accept my flaws and who I am.

You.

And I'm sorry. 

I'm not able to provide you with the happiness you truly deserve.

I'm not able to show how much you mean to me.

I'm not able to spend time with you as often. 

I'm not able to care enough for you. 

I'm not able to be there for you when you need me most.

I'm sorry.

For my childishness.

For my insecurities.

For my insensitivity.

For pushing you away. 

I'm sorry, for not being able to make you happy anymore. 

I'm afraid of losing you. But if losing you is the only way to end your sufferings, then I'm willing to suffer instead. 

Fear.

Confusion.

Hatred.

Guilt.

And only one thing is able to cover those emotions up, Love.