Her: we move around each other like chess pieces, he’s the one to blame, I wish he would say what he’s thinking I’m fed up of this silent game

Him: I wish I knew what she was thinking I don’t really have a clue It was easier when we were younger but now I just don’t know what to do

Her: He’s been this way since we moved here so why should I say sorry first? Maybe it’s me, am I broken or is this whole house just cursed?

Him: I wish I could take back some of the things that I have said, It feels like there’s oceans between us not just the middle of the bed.

Her: maybe tomorrow will be different maybe it will be okay

Him: tomorrow will be more of the same, just another day.