Why should I think of you when you never think of me? Why should I care about what you feel when you never care about what I feel? Why should I build my future around you when you never build yours around me? Really, why should I stay with you when you never ask me to, when you never give me a reason to?
Darling, it isn’t about the things you do that drives me away from you, it’s about the things you didn’t do.
//excerpt from a book i’ll never write #26