I'm tired.
I'm tired of waking up in an empty bed.
I'm tired waking up alone.
I'm tired of waiting for you at dinner.
I'm tired of waiting for you to forgive me.
I'm tired of waiting for you to stop looking at her.
I'm tired of waiting for you to look at me.
I'm tired of waiting for you to come home.
I'm tired of waiting for you to leave me or push me to leave you.
I am so tired of waiting for you to love me again.
I'm tired of counting the hours.
I'm tired of wondering.
I'm tired of looking at you and you not looking at me because you are looking at her.
I'm tired of this dance.
I'm tired of this game.
I'm tired of living life this way.
I'm tired of apologizing.
I'm tired of hoping.
I'm tired of loving you so much.
I'm tired, Derek.
How tired do I have to be till you see it? Till you realize what I am doing for you ? Till you realize what you're doing to me?
I am just so tired.
Addison blotted her red tinted eyes with water. She
adjusted the neck of her dress and looked into the mirror. She hoped
that the ragged woman in the mirror was a figment of her own
imagination. She couldn't look like that when she walked into prom.
Addison glanced sadly at her reflection. She was exhausted.
Addison stepped into the beautifully decorated room. It brought back bad memories of her youth and good memories of a New York of her past.
" You look beautiful, Addison," Adele complimented, placing a hand on the younger woman's arm.
Addison looked at Adele, her gaze landing past the woman in front of her.
"I'm tired, Adele."
"I know, honey. I know you are. I'm tired too."