I need to know how to get back into my girlfriends head?

We have dated for a year and a half, initially I wouldn’t commit to her but she was committed to me. I went ahead and finally committed and decided to put my focus on her. In the last four months, things seem to be getting worse. Because of my own inequities I question her love for me and get upset when I feel she isn’t paying enough attention to me. I’m always trying to talk to her about it and the conversations become forced and 2 to 3 hour events. She told me on Saturday that I needed to get back into her head, but I can’t seem to figure out how. She doesn’t appreciate flowers or gifts and quite frankly, it has somewhat become our money so I realize I shouldn’t go overboard there. But how else can I get into her head again? Please help, I love her dearly and want to make our relationship work.

I need to know how to get back into my girlfriends head?
No one can figure out Chicks, some have tried though.
Reply:I don't think you can force it... I think it was about timming. Does she even diserve you now?
Reply:In a little while from now,


If I'm not feeling anyless sour ,


I promise myself to treat myself


And visit a nearby tower


And climbing to the top will throw myself off,


In an effort to make it clear to who


Ever what it's like when you're shattered.





Left standing in the lurch at a church,


Where people saying 'my God


that's tough she's stood him up


No point in us remaining-


We may as well go home'.


As I did on my own.


Alone again, naturally.





To think that only yesterday


I was cheerful, bright and gay,


Looking forward to- well who wouldn't do


The role I was about to play.





But as if to knock me down,


Reality came around.


And without so much


As a mere touch


Cut me into little pieces


Leaving me to doubt


Talk about God in his mercy


Who if he really does exist,


Why did he desert me in my hour of need?


I truly am indeed


Alone again, naturally.





It seems to me that there are more hearts


Broken in the world that can't be mended.


Left unattende


What do we do?


What do we do?





Alone again, naturally.





Now looking back over the years


And whatever else that appears.


I remember I cried when my father died


Never wishing to hide the tears.





And at sixty-five years old


My mother God rest her soul.


Couldn't understand why the only man


She had ever loved had been taken,


Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken,


Despite encouragemant from me no words were ever spoken


And when she passed away


I cried and cried all day


Alone again, naturally.





Alone again, natually.



super nanny