Drifted Apart.

It feels as if our worlds have flowed apart. My island surrounded by torrential storms and danger; yours with sunshine and blue skies.

Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think we fit anymore. I realize things shouldn't always be easy, but when someone's happy, the other should be helping, not making it worse. Then, the happy should try to help uplift the other, but maybe I'm wrong again.

I've just been dragging you down, I realize that. I'm sorry.

But.
You love me.
It's written on my wall.
It's written on yours.
It's engraved in our hearts.

But maybe the scarring went to deep, and maybe it stained the walls too permanently, and maybe we got too far ahead of ourselves.

These thoughts just swirl around in my head and I worry about us.
Because I see you drifting away and I see myself drowning without a life vest.
You have your friends, and whoever else to grasp your hands if you need them to, but I don't see you risking yourself whatsoever for me anymore.
I'm not strong enough to stand on my own. I never was, I doubt I will be. I need people. I can't figure out myself on my own. I need you.

Call me a bitch for not saying this to you directly, but I can't. It.. You're going to read this while you're in a good mood and then be in a shit mood. Then be pissy towards me and it'll just all fall to shit. Again.

I'm at a loss here, I don't know what to do and I'm trying to figure something out.

If you love me, everything should be okay. And if I love you, I should support you. And if we love each other, things should blend into their correct positioning.

How come they aren't?