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relationships are always work.

it's work i tend to enjoy.

most of the time, the bf and i get along splendidly.

but sometimes our wires cross and we inadvertently hurt each other.

his wounds are deep and barely visible. mine are superficial and supposedly fleeting, except the scabs get scratched off over and over.

i tend to let things fester.

i pride myself on being self-aware, but sometimes i honestly don't know what's wrong until it hits me and knocks me off my feet.

which prompts me to want to "talk" during inopportune times (like when the bf just gets off an 8-hour red-eye flight to london only to hop on a 6-hour flight to cairo).

i can't help it.