Forget me not

It always feels like I find my way back to this right when I need it the most. You told me today that you would think after three and a half years together that I would know how you are. How talking with people can be so draining on you, and how after a full days work you need time to come home and decompress. This admission was a shocking reminder to me. While I am well-aware of your predisposition to solitude, I can't deny the dismay I feel when your need to shut the world out includes me too. It's not that I can't respect your boundaries, I just miss you so much when I'm gone. Even if it's only for a short time, a span of hours even. I just really enjoy our relationship, and I find comfort in being home together. Even if that means we are in separate rooms, engaging in completely separate activities, the proximity brings me ease.

However, after everything that we've gone through, I can't help but feel insecure about things from time to time. And as a result of this, I feed into my own craziness. I feel like we need to talk and establish some sort of a dialogue everyday because if we don't you'll become bored with the idea of me. And sooner or later you'll have no place for me in your life. I know it's a stupid thing to think, to be insecure about but it is a genuine concern I have sometimes. I know you told me that that is what happened to you and your ex. That you both started coming home and spending time separately in different parts of the house, to the point of which it felt uncomfortable to be together. I mean, I know that there had to of be other factors thrown into the mix, but I just am so apprehensive. I always seem to sabotage myself, and I don't want that to happen to us. I am hellbent on fighting for us. And I hope that my insecurities won't come back to bite me in the end.

Just please remember to forget me not.