the eternal week

it happened on friday. you were sure you wanted to talk about it. 'we couldn't ignore it'. where were we to go from here? what were we to do? you asked so i told you. i told you it had run it's course. we can't recover from this. it's too long, too much, too many things, and too many times. there has to be a turning point. a point of no return, where you either continue on or turn back. we can't continue on like this..

you would hold it against me, you would resent me. maybe you already do. we deal with things differently. you don't believe that it hurts the same. i havn't cried so much in my entire life.you hate that i can eat, even though i can't sleep and the ache behind my eyes won't go away. i didn't want to have to make the call. i don't want to be here again. you even said 'its not like we havn't been here before.' you probably hold it against me even now, because you never forgot that there could be an 'again'. i can't consol anymore. assure anymore.

everytime i think it's ok, another wave crashes over.