I had this horrible feeling for awhile... that Dexter was falling out of love with me. Turns out ... he was never as in love with me as I thought.
Now, granted those are my words... but they are words that he agreed with.
Our entire relationship has been one great, big misinterpretation.
Fantastic.
I hate this life.
I really fucking do.
Why do I trust people? Why do I love people? Why do I care? Why do I even entertain the idea of letting my guard down... it never ends well. Ever.
