the way you look me in the eyes and tell me everything is going
completely fine. I hate that you take off 5 seconds later
because you have to finish something from work. I don't like
the fact that you do not keep your promise when we agreed on
not taking work to home.
that you just give me pizza every time that
pizza by now, and I always enjoyed it so much that you started
like it that you just leave me alone on the couch, watching the
show we always used to watch together. I thought it was suppose
to be something we do together. One of the million things we
have to share the rest of our lives. I also thought that moving
in with you would be a step closer to marriage, but I'm
starting to think it was three steps back. I hate it that my
mates say I'm henpecked.
to be henpecked.
know what I else hate? I hate it that you call me Thomas all
the time. Never those nicknames you used before we got this
great apartment. It's always: "Thomas, could you place your
feet down?" or "The towels belong on the drying-frame,
Thomas, not under it."
like it when you correct me with things like that. I've always
been a slob and you never had any problems with that when you
moved in with me the first time after you got kicked out of
your parental house. But now that we bought ourselves together
a new apartment, it's suddenly yours too.
like you're the neatest person around here. There are thousands
things that bother me from you, but you don't hear me nag about
them in your face, do you?
of all this, my biggest issue is the problem that I still love
you no matter what. If you only could imagine what it would be
like if none of those things were going on and I just loved
you. It would kill me, if you think about it.
you until the end and no matter what you try, you won't stop
me. I hate that I love you. But I love you for it.
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