Grow up, will ya?

Hey you,

Why are you doing this again? Do you actually like torturing me or something? Do you derive some sort of sadistic pleasure watching me in pain?

Last year you made me cry buckets. In spite of that, I decided that I wanted you to be with me for life, and I meant it. I thought you wanted it too. I thought we'd sorted out whatever problems we had. But what's with this now? You're hurting me again. Sometimes I feel numb with pain. At other times, I can't even talk. I can't discuss you with anyone, not even with my closest friends. Not even with those who have been through the exact same thing. The truth is that I don't want to discuss you with them because I know exactly what wisdom they have to share with me.

I don't want you out. Do you want out?

Last night I could not go to sleep. I tossed and turned in bed thinking about you, and then decided once again that I will not give up. Perhaps I am being foolish. But I don't care. I don't think we need third party intervention at this point. We managed fine last year, didn't we? Let's make this work, shall we? One more try for the sake of all these years that we've been together?

Valued thirty-second tooth and fourth wisdom tooth of mine, I have one little request.

Grow up, will ya?

Thank you.
Sayesha