You love the idea of me. Not the nooks and crannies of my existence. Not the I don't want to fuck just I just want to talk me. And i guess I came to terms with that,or tried to,or is trying to. But it's making it hard for me my love. It's slowly but surely killing me my love. Because it seemed that every 'I love you' was a lie. And every I love you and your flaws was the breaking of every wall I ever up. You broke me, and the heart that came with this emotional mind. I remember when you said you loved how I think, but one day told me to Stop thinking so much. But how can I Stop doing the things you said you loved. How cab I change the parts of me when I can remember you saying 'you are perfect the way you are '. How can I?
