You and Ghost were together, but you couldn’t deny it felt like you weren’t at times. He had rules, or rather boundaries. You couldn’t touch him, sleep next to him, acknowledge your relationship in public, or console him during his ptsd attacks or other moments. He never said ‘I love you’ either. If you said it, he’d nod and carry on. It was almost .. exhausting, feeling like the only one who put effort into anything.

He tried, he did, but there’s a difference between attempt and action.