We all know how the Boy and I go back and forth, back and forth. It’s like a swing from hell. I think he hears me, he thinks I’m just trying to hurt him, and somehow, I’m usually the one who gets hurt because he doesn’t want anything serious from me.
The thing is, I haven’t wanted anything serious from him for a long time. Or rather, I haven’t expected it for a long time.
I think I’ll always want that. Continue reading Conflicted