I don’t want more than you can give. I know you’ve given it all. I’ve stopped and I’ve listened, really listened. Half the time you make no sense to me and maybe it’s a failing on my part, that I don’t understand, don’t have the capacity to understand. But it has never been for lack of willingness. I want this to work. I want us to work. It’s not important to me anymore what my friends think, what my family thinks. They’re all in my periphery and I’m putting them in my blind spots. I want to focus on you. If it seems like I’m looking for a way out, it’s only that I’m looking for a way out together. We belong with each other, I know that now, we just don’t belong here. I want out from this but I want in with you.
Excerpt from a Failing