ajwa

i wish i could go back and tell you how i feel. 

without stuttering, without filtering my words, without sugar coating anything. 

just to show you what it was like to be in my position, listening to you complaining and letting everything out without holding back. 

you let out your anger on me and i put up with it. because i loved you.

but you never did the same for me. you said i was ‘over exaggerating’ or ‘overthinking’ situations, when in reality i was suffering. i was unable to explain myself clearly. but you took it as i was ‘crazy’ or ‘not knowing what i was saying’. 

but i was fully aware of my feelings. you just didn’t know how to react. 

you didn’t know how to put up with me, like i did for you.