Love is a strange thing. I think I sort of figured out what the hell is wrong with us. It takes two hands to clap and we are both trying hard but somehow it just seems that we keep rubbing each other the wrong way. What's wrong with me is that although I know what seems to please you, I don't really put in effort except occasional random spurts when I feel like it. And what's wrong with you is that you do many, many things for me, but none of them which I appreciate, and in fact quite abhor. Thus, the situation gets worse as you believe I should be appreciating every single damn thing you do when I on the other hand find it more than hard to do so because I rather you not do them at all.

Ok this seems like a rather mechanical and dry analysis of our relationship but that's it for you. Sums up everything just right. At least to me it does.

Most of the time I don;t think about it, mainly because I don't have the time to. And I am not exactly someone you would call introspective. But when I do think about it, it wears me down tremendously and makes me lose the will to continue trying. If only trying could make things better. But it seems like the more you try, the higher hopes and expectations you have. And when all these efforts eventually come to naut, you just feel like locking yourself up in a room and find your face streaked with tears for absolutely no reason at all.