Romeo and Romeo

I feel like an endless sorrowful dream with my love these days. Nothing just figures. An endless battle for what? Somehow I feel at fault. Maybe I truly am. Sometimes I ask myself if I really am a help to my love or am I only putting him down. His actions speaks louder and what it screams is pain, suffering and enormous patience. I do not know if he brought it upon himself, if by any chance I was not his lover and someone else is, would he react the same hurting way or otherwise? Strongly I feel it is not my fault but who are we to place the blame. I have said my apologies, but I am also aware that I try to meet him halfway with every bit of his character, he does too. It is just that I feel that I am trying to change, he on the other hand remains the same, thus not meeting me half way. Perhaps this is my attempt to place the blame on him, perhaps not, or it is simply by far the bitter truth.

Love, you are precious. I am trying, at times I sink. I guess in this kind of relationship you either sink or swim. Unless one of us wants out. I love you is one truth on top of all. No one is perfect. I have accepted your flaws, I know you have with mine. I guess it is safe to say that there is no issue at all if at the end of the day we remain to love each other endlessly.