“Look, I don’t know what you want me to tell you. You wanted me here, so I’m here,” I snap at you, not even meaning to.

You and I have been together for the past 2 years. I love you, but recently our relationship has not been on the best terms. We’ve been fighting a lot more, and seeing each other less. I’ve been on tour, and you’ve had your own work to do.

We moved in together a few months ago, and although we haven’t been together at our new house all that much, you still wanted to paint it just like how your grandparents did. It’s a romantic date idea, sure. The only issue is that we’ve been arguing ever since I got here. And it’s partly my fault. Today is my first day off from tour in weeks and I wanted to spend it relaxing in my hotel room, but you wanted me to fly home so we could paint our house together.

I haven’t been in the best mood since my flight landed, and you’ve been bitching about it.