I’m so done arguing with you all the time and never taking the chance to understand one another.

I’m done with raising my voice with you, as if it’ll make our point even more right by yelling.

I’m tired of trying to prove who’s right instead of what’s right.

I’m tired of that little ounce of hope inside of us having a closer relationship with each other dying each time we have a misunderstanding because we never resolve our issues.

I love you. I really do. And I don’t want you to think I don’t because of this.