My Love
The walk to work had always been long, but today I found it even longer. One big fight with the boy I love. With the mess of thoughts jumbled in my head, I still can't seem to say a bad thing about him. I've spent about 20 minutes walking so far, trying to come up with everything wrong with him, just to keep my head on straight. To justify why I yelled so much that he stormed out, the argument replaying in my head, the words I shouted, and the door slamming with him on the other side. He was never like that. A quiet boy who would always calmly deal with my irrational mood swings. This was so different to how our bickering would usually go.