sweet pea

i plan to confront you,eventually. about how you see avoidance as normal,& i see it as a warning. how we don't know how to talk to each other anymore,how in protecting our own territory we've lost common ground. before it's too late,i plan to say that whatever kind of love has brought us together is dwindling and tearing us apart. at times,i've feared that it will never overflow into plenty,that its enough for now,but not forever.