estranged.

i can't stand fighting, with anyone, on a normal basis... but especially not with you.

somehow, it just hurts more.
the knife cuts real deep.

so here we are,
and so it is, just like you said it would be...
crying our eyes out in our respective rooms,
not talking to each other.
you said you didn't want to talk to me.
but remember? you also said
that for as long as we live,
we'd never fight
at least not to the extent that we'd be estranged
or anything like that.

is this how the story ends?
surely this can't be IT.

right?

you've always respected me for my frankness and forthrightness,
yet in this case
i've hurt you.

please know that i didn't mean to.

you've ALWAYS been there for me,
as i've tried to always be there for you.

if you don't talk to me before you leave,
i'll never forgive the both of us
for letting this happen.
these things happen all the time,
but not to us.

it just can't.