zach, i hope to god you read this. we can never fix this if you don't fucking talk to me about it. i don't like it any more than you do but fuck, how the hell am i supposed to know what you're thinking and feeling if you don't fucking tell me? for once, please, i beg you...talk to me. i'm reaching out for you, trying to salvage whatever i can of what we have/had, and i need you to finally understand that. |