And slowly you realize

...there is more fighting than laughter. More questioning of why you never have time for me. More of why do I feel like you don't want to spend time with me. Less of the little things. Less love. Less emotion. How much longer can it take until you break and realize you can't take it anymore. Tell me. It hurts so much to write this and to think of it on a daily basis. Why me? Why us? Why can't I just be happy and accept the change? I just cause pain to you. When will be the final straw?!