When you love someone, you let a lot of things slide. Things like not confirming plans until last minute, just to get out of it. Or them ignoring your texts to do other pointless ****. Or being able to be with others and not you. Or even just not caring about your life. It never seems to matter when you love them. If they were, say, just one of your friends, you'd be on them so fast they wouldn't know what hit them. But no. Not with someone you think you truly love. So many things that are wrong, are done, and brushed off simply because of that seemingly unbreakable connection. Nothing is ever brought up until it gets bad. And then you know you're ******. Nothing good comes from bringing it up late so you know it's really a problem. But neither one of you wants to deal with it so it just becomes "oh yes, that happened" and "oh yes, you don't need to worry about it" or even sometimes "yes I was wrong and it won't happen again. I'll get better". But they're empty promises. Empty promises with no results. Nothing that shows the conversation even happened. So when those problems keep happening all you think is "they're working on it, I won't pressure them". And it gets worse and worse and before you know it, one of you has broken. It'll be you. Always is. Once you're broken it feels like there's no way out. There's no way for anyone to help you. You're drowning in the middle of the ocean and there are no boats or lifelines as far as the eye can see. It feels like everything that could've ever made you happy just depresses you more and tries to push you under those waves and the more you keep fighting back the more waves are made and are used to drown you more but you don't want to stay afloat anymore because it's too much so you let yourself be pushed. Then one little thing happens that seems to pull you out but all it's done is gotten you to the surface and until you stop looking up at the clouds you don't realize. You're. Still. Drowning.