There are so many things that are so wrong. Broken promises, shattered dreams, things laid bare until all there is, is a fractured mind and fragmented soul. How is it that it is that easy for you to break a promise? How is it that easy for you to forget what was done and what was asked of you, what you offered? It wouldn’t matter but you offered and then decided that it wasn’t worth keeping the promise. Then you ask why I am upset and you say that you love me. Does love feel like this? I have done everything you have ever asked of me and you haven’t done anything that you offered to do for me. It is rapidly coming undone, unraveling like an old sweater worn to long, and all you have to say is why?