748 Whenever we fight, I feel like I’m dying. My chest is bound and tight, my stomach a bundle of raw nerves. I can’t focus on anything, I can’t think about anything else, and the world becomes cardboard and hollow. I love her so much. Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest