Where’s the love? Is it here ? Is it there? I can’t seem to find a trace of it. The love we once shared I can’t seem to find it. You’re here, but I’m reaching out to you HOPELESS. I feel alone even when we’re together, & then I feel our baby kick. I feel her kick, & you only feel it sometimes. She is arriving in November. What’s worser then a broken home with a newborn child? I can’t seem to get how you are so comfortable treating, acting, & doing me how you’re doing me. You say you aren’t doing any WRONG or harm towards me then why does my heart ache so? Why do I have ALL this resentment towards you? How can I want for us to go out as a couple, but you rather stay in? You jump when your friends hit you up, but DRAG when your woman wants to do something. I tell you what’s wrong with me, & instead of saying “Baby I’ll work on it.” You put me at blame/fault. I feel ALONE 😩 so alone that I constantly find myself tearing up. I’m so use to maneuvering alone that I tend to wonder why I’m with you. You don’t seem to want me, but why can’t I feel the same & NOT want you either. 😒 It hurts that I feel this way, & you don’t understand. You don’t try to understand. You say I have a attitude, & you brush it off. You turn your back, you walk away, & I’m stuck with tears rolling down my face. I’m hurting, my heart is aching.. I want the feeling where when you first meet someone how they treat you, Miss you, crave you, & intend to your interests. Times I just want you to take me out surprisingly, willingly, & show that I’m the one you still want. I don’t like being the only one suggesting for you to make a nice gesture. I just want to feel like I’m the ONLY one not the one of many. It doesn’t feel so pleasantly when the one you want can’t seem to love you in ways that you need it. Some would have cheated, but I’m telling you what’s bothering me. It still is NO changes, & I just can’t seem to understand why. If this is what it is then I need to be ALONE. There’s NO purpose of me hurting the way I am when I’m bluntly telling you what is going on with me. Why can’t you hear my cries? Can’t you see my heart is hurting?