I feel like I could like you.
That I could love you with all of my heart.
That i could ache with how much I care for you, and yet,
It would still not be enough.
Not because you demand more, but because I am not enough.
I like the way you laugh at me like I'm an idiot.
I love the the way you smile and your deep voice that leaves me melting like butter.
I care about you. I hate it when you're sad. I want to give you my heart, give you my soul, give you my everything.
It is not enough to keep on giving without ever seeing.
Seeing you for who you are and knowing you as you are.
Being close to you is my biggest fear because when people get close to me, it is almost certain that they will disappear.
My heart is too broken for you to hold. You'll cut yourself on the rough shards.
My soul is too timid. You could walk right through it.
My everything is too much.
I give and I give and I give and I know that I give too much.
That you are drowning in my affection, and yet there is nothing for you to grab onto. Nothing for you to keep, to hold, to cherise.
Nothing for you to love.
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The diary of Seth Alexander
Non-Fictionas the title suggests, this is legit going to be my diary. and yes, most diaries are supposed to be secret, but I have always been an open book. I like to pretend to be mysterious, but the people around me will all tell you that I am am someone who...
