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Even if you waver as love fades within time I will hold onto you then, just as you did for me Six years into the relationship. A slump has hit. I have no right to feel this way toward you, the person who blindly supported me since my days in an unknown band, but everything you do—eating, sleeping, whining, even laughing—has become unbearable to watch. So I let it show. I took all my frustrations out on you. Despite my irritation, you gave me a wake-up call every single day like a habit. Consistently for six years. You kept waiting for my wicked heart, even as I turned my back on your painful tears. Still, I didn't come to my senses. When a pretty, young fan made a move, I was helplessly swept away. You caught me, and I suppose even for you, this was too much to endure. Eventually, you broke up with me, and I became a free man. At first, it was great. But now, the daily wake-up calls are gone. No new letters are added to the mountain of mail you used to send. The ring finger on my left hand feels empty. I finally realize it now. Because I was too comfortable with you, who waited only for me, and because a long-term love felt exhausting, I hurt you. It's far too late, but I'm trying to return that love to you.