Why Don’t You Love Me? | Microfiction

Torn paper heart on a string on black background

“I just need you to love me as much as I love you,” I say with tears in my eyes. “I give and I give and I get nothing in return.”

I’m ignored, as usual.

“It’s always on your terms,” I continue. “But sometimes I need a hug too, y’know? I don’t want to have to wait until you’re ready to be affectionate. I’m sick of you batting me away when I need you the most.”

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