Can you really help us fix things?

I ask because I want to wake up to that blush every day, and now that I see it, I feel a slight wrenching at my heart strings. But things aren’t right, so it’s a longing type of ache.

I can’t help those who do not wish to help themself. If you want your relationship to be saved, you need to be a part of your own rescue.

Rescue? Have we really reached that point that it needs to be referred to as a rescuing? His body language answers me. Legs crossed away from me, arms crossed protectively around himself, and his body is turned away from me as well. Not the Taeminnie I knew. Not my Taeminnieyah.

How had things gotten this bad?

How do we start?