A Problem

I do not know when my independence from you emerged. Probably from all the late nights and that little communication between us.

I think it's unhealthy that we don't even ask each other how the day went. I think it's very unhealthy that I am getting used to being alone, and getting less interested in you. But I am trying.

It's probably not enough.

And I think I am to blame for the present situation.

If not for the career switch, we could have been happier? We can't know now.

I want to talk to you, to tell you my thoughts, my feelings, to know how you are doing, to..just talk. But each time we talk, nothing good comes out of it. I seriously don't know why. It irritates you when I just wanna talk to you properly, to open up to you. Sadly, you always get all defensive and worked up. Can't we just talk nicely for once? Sigh!

I fear. Very much. That we will turn out to be like my parents. I will not allow that to happen.