Saturday, July 7, 2012

When your feet get tired, run with your heart...

We stopped doing little things for each other. That's how I knew we weren't in the same kind of love any more.
He stopped with the morning coffees and picking up his dirty socks. So she stopped making his breakfast when she made hers. Then he stopped changing her laundry from one machine to the other. She stopped kissing him on the forehead when he was sleeping. Soon, they started leaving for their days without kissing goodbye.
After, she found out he'd thought she'd become mean. He found out she thought he'd been unambitious.

They say you can fix this. You just have to learn how. You just have to want to learn how. 

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