It’s 2am and we’re bickering again. But at the end of the day I always tell you I love you and tonight you gave me the cold shoulder. You turned around and gave me your back and said that you’re mad and me touching you is only making it worse. When my butt accidentally touched you, you pulled away and got closer to the edge of the bed. When you heard me sniffling from crying, you let out a big sigh and continued to go to bed. The space between us feels a lot more than just distance... and that’s a scary thought. You used to wipe my tears away and held me in your arms. You’d pull my chin up and tell me not to cry anymore. You always knew how to make me feel better and now... you could care less of what I’m feeling...