Anger is the greatest devil

You whispered that you were getting tired

Got a look in your eye, looks a lot like goodbye 

You're hiding regret in your smile

There's a story in your eye, I've seen coming for awhile 

So lie to me and tell me that it's gonna be alright

So lie to me and tell me that we'll make it through the night 

Lie, by David Cook

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I thought I'd already ran out of tears but it seems the well is still deep. I don't think you quite understand my sentiments on a relationship. It might seem very thick-skinned of me to say this myself but I really do treasure our relationship. And I'm not implying that you don't but if you even treasure it just as much as I do, then you wouldn't so easily flare up at me because understand my mentality that I treat every quarrel as the last. Which explains my fear everytime we quarrel because who knows right? And that just goes to show how much I love you and fear losing you.

I guess this is the perk of my pessimism because I tend to see the worst aspect of things so I really hold back and think twice on every occasion. I hate quarrels, really. Don't test my hatred for quarrels because it really runs deep. The littlest of tiffs drain me. It's really the most tiring thing on earth.