What is wrong with me, why the hell would I say that to her? I see that look in her eyes, and I just...I just want to get her to see how silly it is for her to be mad at something like that. She just...said that, and I said...that. And now she’s out the door, down the street by now maybe.
She just keeps.....passing me by
What is this “marriage� What the hell have we done to ourselves? Have we really come so far together that we can’t help but make each other miserable? Is that really all that’s left to us, the only option remaining? How the hell did it come to this?
We’ll be okay, I’m not going away
I wish I could get myself to believe that, honestly. We have lives outside each other, same as any other traditionally raised men and women. I have to trust that she will be there when I get home, that she won’t have packed a suitcase full and left for anywhere but here.
I go to these meetings, they don’t know my name,
I’m just a face with some fancy titles behind it. If I could trade all these obligations, these duties and chores, to be happy again. Happy with her again. I would do it all in a heartbeat. But I can’t help it. Can’t help feeling like that ship has already sailed, and it’s too late. I grasp out, trying to reach her and I can’t. She’s too far away from me now, I push her farther with everything I make the mistake of opening my mouth to say.
How can we feel so far from so close?
How can we do this? How can we live like this, fighting everytime we face each other. I want to just...hold her again. I want to caress her, hold her in my arms and caress her like we used to do. It’s too late for that now, I’m on the couch again and she’s probably at her mother’s house by now.
Feels like we’re learning this out on our own.
How long has it been now? Feels like decades though it’s been less than that for sure. Why can’t we just live the way we used to live, finding joy in each other, finding new reasons to live every day. Feels like with every day that passes, those reasons dwindle more and more. I’m running out of air, feeling all alone.
These days, we’re just wasting time, trying to prove who’s right.
What happened to the laughter, the smiles? Hell, when did I lose the ability to make you smile, it’s been forever since I’ve seen you even grin faintly. We’re just fighting all the time now, and it’s driving me completely out of my mind. That’s not how I want us to be, not even close. This was never in the plans. I never wanted to be your adversary. You were supposed to be my partner, my chosen one. How the hell did we become this...this mess? Can you tell me how?
I guess we’re just taking each day as best as we can, just trying to find a light like ships in the night.
I’ll find my way back to your side.
-Toshio
(NOTE: Set in the universe of "Ships in the Night" by Hawker_748, before the events of the the aforementioned story. If Hawker_748 desires I delete this post, I will comply.)
She just keeps.....passing me by
What is this “marriage� What the hell have we done to ourselves? Have we really come so far together that we can’t help but make each other miserable? Is that really all that’s left to us, the only option remaining? How the hell did it come to this?
We’ll be okay, I’m not going away
I wish I could get myself to believe that, honestly. We have lives outside each other, same as any other traditionally raised men and women. I have to trust that she will be there when I get home, that she won’t have packed a suitcase full and left for anywhere but here.
I go to these meetings, they don’t know my name,
I’m just a face with some fancy titles behind it. If I could trade all these obligations, these duties and chores, to be happy again. Happy with her again. I would do it all in a heartbeat. But I can’t help it. Can’t help feeling like that ship has already sailed, and it’s too late. I grasp out, trying to reach her and I can’t. She’s too far away from me now, I push her farther with everything I make the mistake of opening my mouth to say.
How can we feel so far from so close?
How can we do this? How can we live like this, fighting everytime we face each other. I want to just...hold her again. I want to caress her, hold her in my arms and caress her like we used to do. It’s too late for that now, I’m on the couch again and she’s probably at her mother’s house by now.
Feels like we’re learning this out on our own.
How long has it been now? Feels like decades though it’s been less than that for sure. Why can’t we just live the way we used to live, finding joy in each other, finding new reasons to live every day. Feels like with every day that passes, those reasons dwindle more and more. I’m running out of air, feeling all alone.
These days, we’re just wasting time, trying to prove who’s right.
What happened to the laughter, the smiles? Hell, when did I lose the ability to make you smile, it’s been forever since I’ve seen you even grin faintly. We’re just fighting all the time now, and it’s driving me completely out of my mind. That’s not how I want us to be, not even close. This was never in the plans. I never wanted to be your adversary. You were supposed to be my partner, my chosen one. How the hell did we become this...this mess? Can you tell me how?
I guess we’re just taking each day as best as we can, just trying to find a light like ships in the night.
I’ll find my way back to your side.
-Toshio
(NOTE: Set in the universe of "Ships in the Night" by Hawker_748, before the events of the the aforementioned story. If Hawker_748 desires I delete this post, I will comply.)