I wanted to grab your hand, pull you back, and press my heart against yours. But, we are so far apart, a hug wouldn’t bring us closer. You are tired of the tears running down your face. Shit, you are tired of holding your tears back. I am tired of having your back and believing no one has mine. I am tired of wondering what I have to do to gain clarity in your speech and honesty in your emotions. We are both tired of not connecting, yet we continue to disconnect. You’re tired of fighting and I think we need to fight until we get it right. Our ideals don’t match, that’s the detachment. We aren’t on different pages, we are reading different books. Yet, we are interested in the pages the other flips.