You two don't know how to love gently; you only know how to love intensely.
If you don't reply for 5 minutes, he's already asking, "Where are you? Who are you with? Why aren't you answering?" If he doesn't reply, you've already posted 3 stories just for him to see, sent 20 messages, and are waiting outside his apartment.
One of you is the jealous one and the other is the one who begs, and then you switch roles.
You're the type to throw a tantrum and say, "Don't ever look for me again," only to call him crying an hour later. He’s the type to say, "You've exhausted me," and 10 minutes later he's telling you, "Where are you? I miss you."
You are possessive, you are jealous, you are dramatic. If you go out without telling him, he gets angry; if he goes out without telling you, you get angry. But in the end, neither of you leaves.
When one shouts, the other goes quiet; when one cries, the other holds them. When one wants to end it, the other won't let them.
You aren't the healthy couple everyone wants; you are the couple that can't be without each other, even if you hurt each other a little bit.
Your love isn't calm; it’s the kind that stings and itches, but that you both miss when it's gone.
