Chapter 4
When conversation Feels like War
When speaking together turns into battle rather than a truce or cease‑fire. When I reach out to communicate, you see only weapons—guns, bombs, and conflict—instead of recognizing my words as shields and armor meant only to guard and strengthen what we share. What I say to understand or mend becomes nothing but “trouble” in your eyes.
You refuse to talk or listen, saying you want peace above all else—yet it is your own choices and distance that create the unrest in the first place. You expect me to remain happy and steady, yet you give me no real reason, no warmth, and no care to build happiness upon. You seem to believe you can be a good partner simply by doing nothing at all.
You have built your walls so tall and thick, standing entirely apart from mine. I, on the other hand, have kept my barriers low—hoping you would look over and clearly see me: every struggle, every effort, every heavy step I take just to keep this relationship alive, even when it costs me so much. I never wanted to raise high walls at all… unless we might stand behind them together, side‑by‑side as one. But yours stand alone, built as if I were some enemy to be kept out—rather than the one person who has stood closest to you all along.
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