My mouth only does one thing well, and talking’s not it.

It’s you and me, and all you have to do is breathe. I’m going to take care of everything else.

I’m sorry he won’t talk to you. And I’m sorry that he keeps hurting you. I really am. I don’t know how to fix things between you two, but I think a place to start would be for you to stop pointing out how flawed he is and start looking for the good in him.