when is enough - enough?

"we can't seem to get past how are yous,
we're not talking like we used to."

two years, one month, seventeen days. two years. two years. two years. tell me, are we skipping to the married couple stage where we seem tired, unhappy, and bored? tell me are you bored with me? all these mood swings, these random fights i pick with you, these inevitable temper tantrums i throw - so i ask you, can you handle me? yes, you say. yes, i think i can, you say. but i shake my head. no, no, i know you can't. you leave me hanging on this thread, pulling me up only when convenient. i fell in love with you when we didn't talk for three days and i talked to you and you were still there and i was like man she's always gonna be there, you say. please don't take advantage of me, i say. i'll try not to, you say. maybe it's in my imagination, that you only talk to me when convenient. we are both getting busy, and we're both drifting. changing. changing. why do things like to change on me when everythings alright? when everything seems to reach it's peak, something has to change. i miss the old times. the old late night conversations, love/hate relationship, teasing each other, missing each other, saying words we mean but still keeping our guard up selves. why, why. i've already matured. you met me when i was in the process of maturing. have i changed since freshman year? have i? i wonder. you're changing because all this stuff is helping to shape the man you're going to be. but tell me, does that mean that you're not supposed to be with me? maybe this drifting thing is a sign? maybe i'm supposed to help you become the man you'll be and you'll help me become the woman i'll be. maybe we're not supposed to be together. i heard soulmates are just supposed to shape who you are. i don't quite know how to say anything i dont know what to think. my heart aches. for these unknown reason. empty promises. unanswered questions.

where are we going? where. all this time wasted, moping, depressed, just sitting around crying about senseless things. all this time wasted fighting. fighting about nothing. i wish nothing could change into sweet nothings, whispered into your ear like they say in the movies. not everyone could be happy. not everyone gets what they want. why? life is like that.

so tell me, when two people love each other but can't get their shit together, when is enough - enough ?