speaking terms.

One day you text me at 1:27 am, asking why we haven’t talked in so long. I tell you it’s because when I start to talk to you I start to remember why I loved you. I remember all of the good times and the laughter and just everything being perfect between us - but then I also remember how you hurt me. How you made me cry myself to sleep every night for so long. I remember how you made all of my dreams into nightmares. When I talk to you everything turns into hell. It is torture for the both of us. I don’t want to hurt so we should not talk.