it isn't early anymore and in a few hours time I should be waking up to pack up my belongings. as I am typing this, I've lost all control of my tears.

baby, each time I give in to you at the expense of heartaches if you do not realise it by now.. but it seems like just a free ticket for you to break loose and find the endless energy to spend the night.

I felt like a failure as your fiance everytime I witness this happening. I'm trying to give, to adapt, but what is enough for me always isn't enough for you.

please.. will you save me from this turmoil?