Everything doesn't always have to be about you.
When I come home full of anger, don't assume it is because of something you did or said. Life is complex...more complex than our little "love game" that we play.
I'm not fighting for your attention, so why are you fighting for mine?
If I wake from a bad dream in a cold sweat, why do you think my nightmare involved you? I don't eat, sleep, breathe, and think of only you.
The moments I think of you are the moments you aren't here. It is all about you when I am given a chance to miss you...to miss your embrace, your smile, your scent. It is not all about you right now because you are suffocating me. Give me a chance to need you, to want you, to yearn for you.
Let me breathe....let me be. Sometimes it is about me.
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