Walk towards me

I've always liked writing. I don't know if you know how much I like it. So whenever you put my writing down like you did today, it hurt a little. I accepted the criticism, it's fine. I welcomed your feedback, because the same words can be interpreted so differently by the two of us. So, so different. Maybe I'm bad at writing, after all, since every time I write something, I get "insulted" like this, but it's OK really. What wasn't OK, is "Don't hide behind me". Divisive. Distrust.

"Enough insults for today".

And then I realize I've hurt you too. But you don't like to talk about it. Your feelings. Our relationship. Maybe if you'd talked to me before that, I might have done something about it. If I knew which words hurt you, I'd have apologized. You know I would, because in each fight since we had begun this journey, I've always, always come to you, no matter what. I always take the first step. I'm willing to reach out to you, even if you think it's pointless. But it's not. I wish you would tell me, not just react to it by walking out on me.

I really wish, one day, you would just talk about your feelings to me. Walk towards me, work towards me, not away from me.