How can you run out of things to talk about to someone you love? Why do the conversations seem less energetic as they once were. Is the love running dry or is it the steam? I have no idea, but something needs to happen. The constant arguing and being unhappy is a waste of a day in an already short life. It's something I can't help but think...should I just call time of death. Love sucks sometimes.
prettynpunk:
Couldn't agree more.