Some nights I get thoughts of how stable and comfortable my life is at the moment and how wisps of future actions should soon be taken to ensure further comforts.
But am I happy? It seems like no matter what I try and do, happiness fleets past and I’m stuck playing favors just to have some tiny taste of happiness again.
This relationship is starting to crack I think. For it’s only the insecurities that keep us together.
Do I even remember how love feels? Not just for him, but love in any essence at all?