Each time we do this, I feel like I'm torn into a million pieces. I'm humiliated, you're hurt. I try to explain, you refuse to listen. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't even breathe... And no sign, no message from you.
I hate doing this, so my conclusion is: Never again. Love is too pure to be smeared with pathetic disputes. My heart is yours, in all entirety. My lips belong to no one else. My hand will only stroke yours.