Coffee

This turned more sour than I've expected at first, when we first talked about it. It's like you're trying to make me feel bad about my good points in this, as if anything it's your fault in the first place.

You are certainly a manipulative person. It's no big news, I knew this since the first day you showed me your ugliest side: the day you left me behind, alone, in a house full of angry demons.

You just left while I was having my first panic attack because of your neglect.

It's not something I like to remember, really. You are a fantastic person, but this side of you it's not something to be proud of. You want me to pretend nothing bad happens between you and me, when the lights are on? For how long? I can, with other people, but not for you when we're alone. Sometimes you have to face your own words spoken from me, the hurt one in all of this, and try to not scoff at them. For once, take them seriously.

I know I'm hurting you with your own syllabes, but I'm only doing this because you took my peace for granted. 

You always take my good side for granted, and I love you so much, but it's enough. 

I wish you could have appreciated my loving words better before, now that you have so little of them.