I seriously can’t cope with you much longer, but I just love you so much. I feel like I have to prove myself to you all the time. I really do try, but you never see it. You purposefully fuck with my head, giving me silent treatment for no reason all the time.

We’ve been in some kind of situationship for a few months, I honestly don’t know. I’m confused too.

I think you’re just struggling with deciding what you want. I respect that, I really do. You brought up the idea of having sex for the first time, hoping that it’d give you an answer. I know that you’re leaning more on the ‘leaving me’ side, but maybe I’ve balanced it out.

“I’ll drive you home. I don’t want you sat in an uber for 40 minutes.” I say, not giving you a choice. We get to my car and I begin to drive, the only sound is the radio faintly playing and the engine sounding beneath us. I have to break the silence.

“So.. uhm— How was it?” I ask you, turning my head to look at you for a second before looking back at the road.