He says he loves me, but his actions don’t feel like love. He brings me flowers in the morning, yet his voice turns into thunder at night. He says he respects me, but sometimes his anger feels like it could break me. Is he that great that he has to control his anger? Is he that great that he has to be patient with me? Or am I that sensitive? Or am I that useless? Am I attractive? I don’t think so. He says he loves me. But does love come with this pain? I try to understand him. But maybe love was never meant to feel like this.