It's a twisted story.

It happens everyday. And it goes a little something like this:
We text right after school.
By dinner time we've already started fighting.
By 9 we've apologized.
He calls at 10.
We talk until one of us can't fight the tiredness anymore.
DO IT AGAIN THE NEXT DAY.

And you know what? I hate this. So Today I decided I wasn't going to text him because last night was bad. And I was doing soo well. Yeah, it was hard. Really hard. It felt like something was missing, a couple times I had to stop what I was doing because I thought I had forgotten something. But no, it was just because Brady wasn't talking to me. But right when I started telling myself I could do this and it won't be as hard as I think it'll be, he texted me. Trying to act like nothing was wrong, when we both stopped talking while we were angry last night. And I know that's the worst thing to do. My Dad will always tell me, "Alls, you can be mad at someone just make sure you forgive them before you say goodbye." But it just made me soo angry how he just texted me like nothing happened, it's like he knows I'll be holding on and that I'm trying to let go but he doesn't want me to let go because he likes that I care so much it does something for his ego. It builds him up knowing that he can take me down at any second.

"Please don't make me wait just because you know I will"