I wish that when you were angry, you wouldn't tell me things like you only talk to me because you feel sorry for me. Because when you're not angry, I get that side of you that I was able to bring out once upon a time. We worked so hard on that side of you. The side that disregarded all of your fears, and spoke openly about the meaning of life and us and just everything. No hesitation. You spoke of what it was at that moment in time, in space, in reality. Never thinking twice about what you had just said. You're only ever mean to me when you think about and remember what you have just said. You remember it and take it back to hurt me, to push me away. That's where we both got into trouble in our relationship.