A/N: Hey guys! Back again with another update!

Love is great and beautiful and hard and challenging.

But they never told her love is tiring.

Or maybe it's just her because she's so tired. Tired of trying. Tired of giving. Tired of carrying the weight.

She takes a moment to just sit once she parks her car. And maybe it's morbid but sometimes she just wishes she didn't love, didn't care. It'd be so much simpler. Nothing can hurt, or annoy, or anger, or weigh you down when you don't have someone.

It's a thought that's cropped up recently, stemming from her feeling like she's endlessly trying, endlessly pouring and yet getting nothing back.

She's aware that it's probably biased, maybe he is trying from his perspective and she just doesn't feel it. But she's just so tired of carrying this weight.

And a part of her wishes she could just drop it right now.

But you're not supposed to do that for the ones you love. You keep going, keep trying because you love them…right?

Sighing, she grabs her bag from the passenger seat and finally steps out of the car. It's starting to culminate, she thinks as she gets in the elevator, into some form of hurt.

But mostly tiredness.

(And a little bit of anger because why does she always have to be the one to try? It's unfair, she puts in everything she can—

That's not a productive line of thinking).

As soon as she walks into the apartment, he looks up at her.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to order food."

"Sure," she finds herself replying automatically, dropping her bag and beelining for the bedroom. Changing into sweats feels a little better at least.

"What do you want?" he asks, as she returns to settle on the armchair, exhausted for no particular reason.

"Whatever," she mumbles, leaning back.

He doesn't say anything after that, so she turns to look at him already looking at her.

"What's going on with you?" he asks.

She just shrugs, not even having the energy to explain herself. "Tired."

There's another moment of silence before he throws out a suggestion. "Chinese?"

"Sure."

More silence and the feeling she's being looked at makes her turns back towards him.

"Why the one-word responses?" he pushes, frowning at her now.

"I'm just tired," she snaps back.

"So you've said."

And a tense silence fills the room as she stares at the ceiling and he fiddles with his phone. She doesn't know why she's so snappy, but for some reason everything is just annoying her.

(Most likely it's the tiredness).

Sighing, she sits up and turns to him. "Sorry, I'm just…"

He remains quiet, waiting for her to finish, but she doesn't even know what she's trying to say.

"Ugh," she throws her hands up. "I don't know, I just…I just feel like I'm trying so hard and giving so much and it just doesn't feel like I'm getting anything back. It's exhausting, I'm so fucking tired."

She slumps back down after the last sentence.

"What do you mean," he asks. "What do you feel you're not getting back?"

"Effort! It's like I'm trying to do what I can, doing things around the house, be there for you when you've had those recent bad days and I just feel like I'm not getting anything."

"Which is fine normally," she barrels on. "Because I don't do things with the intention of getting something back, but I just feel…underappreciated or something."

The silence that follows her words is the longest yet.

She just sits there with her heart racing waiting for his response.

Finally, he speaks up. "I'm also trying…"

"I know," she groans, running her hands through her face. "I mean I'm sure you are, I just wish I felt like it…"

She keeps her face in her hands until he speaks up again.

"I didn't mean to make you feel underappreciated."

"I know," she responds miserably. "I wish I didn't feel this way."

He shuffles closer to her. "What can I do?"

"I don't know…" And she really doesn't. She wishes she could name a precise instance or time, but it's just a general feeling that must have just compounded up until this point.

"I appreciate you," he replies quietly. She shoots him a small smile. He is trying.

"Thanks."

Another moment of silence that's interrupted with the sound of knocking on their front door.

He gets up and gets their dinner from the delivery guy. It's only once she smells the food does she realize how hungry she is.

But she can't bring herself to get up and just watches as he pads to the kitchen, grabs some forks and returns, handing her the fork and her food.

She looks up gratefully. "Thank you."

He just nods and they eat in silence for a while. She makes it about halfway through her food before she comes back to the conversation.

"I appreciate you trying," she says, breaking up the silence. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on with me."

"It's okay," he replies. "I'm sorry I've made you feel this way."

And all of a sudden, she has the intense urge to be next to him so she gets up from the armchair, and sits next to him on the couch, snuggling into his side.

He puts down his (already) finished food container and wraps and arm around her. Depositing her food as well, she turns her attention solely to her boyfriend.

She doesn't know what caused the feeling, and she doesn't know when it's going to go away. But laying there in his arms she realizes that thought it's infinitely easier to not love, not care, to not have someone, it's infinitely more beautiful when you do.

A/N: Just wanted to talk about the tiring part of love. Sometimes it just feels like your giving and giving and that can be exhausting. But likely the other person, if it's someone you love, is trying but just doesn't know how. And of course, communication is key.

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