I think he's bored with me.

Or maybe annoyed.

I can be really needy, but I've tried to keep that in check.

And now I don't know what to do with myself. I've changed my whole life to be with him, but recently I feel more like an obligation than a choice. Like now that I've uprooted everything he [i]has[i] to stay with me, even if I'm not who he originally thought I was, or who he wants me to be.