I fight the urge to both laugh and cry as I reread his message over and over again. What the hell am I supposed to say? Because it feels like he’s running. Like he’s avoiding me. Like we’re riding out the last stretch of our relationship by steering clear of each other when all I really want is for him to hold me, to talk to me, and tell me I’m loved.
Have you maybe thought about the fact that you could be the problem?
