I get caught in the trap, far too often of caring more…or at least feeling like I do. I don’t have the right to speak for anyone besides myself. What’s more frustrating is knowing the other person cares…but just maybe not enough.
My chest constricts when I think about what I would do, but they wouldn’t. Don’t get me wrong, life isn’t a tit for tat game. But knowing there is a level of equality is always comforting. When you would give your world to someone but they are only willing to give you theirs when it’s convenient, stings a tad. It creates the feeling of being appreciated when you are easy to get to but not loved when there’s bumps in the road.
I know that’s not the whole truth…but it’s the story that consumes my head.