It was then she let the thought of distance sink in.
All that talk and belief how strong you believe our love is. That it would overcome distance and stray time from being apart. I’m not calling you a lair. I’m just calling you weak. Like every other girl whom I dated and couldn’t hang. Marilyn Monroe done said it best “If you can’t handle me at my worst, you sure do not deserve my best,” —something along those lines. It isn’t me per-say you can’t handle. It is the idea of what a relationship we base our belief upon—unwavering, devoted, understanding and appreciated among many other admire ethics that you cannot handle.
Just a few days of not speaking which I do understand can seem like eternity you think my love for you isn’t the same. Or that your love for me is dispersing. What weak, foolish thought. When you call yourself my queen make sure to act like one. How weak minded you are to retract feelings just because…just because of a few days of separation where we cannot converse through the phone. I call you weak minded because you allow such petty thoughts invade our love. Not only have you become dependent upon technology, you became dependent on the need to be love. This is not the girl I met.
If you must continue feeling this way, it seems
my love…no, the love we cultivated have out grown you.