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. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest