If I ever push you away, I don't really mean to.
When I tell you I don't want to talk about it, I do, I am just looking for the right words.
Give me time. If I can tell you, I will. I may just be scared.
I try to be a struggling mix or real and perfect at the same time. At the moment, I am working to find the right ratio.
When I get really quiet sometimes. It's because I just have too much to say. I've thought of too much, and I can only tell it to you. But I can't just tell you it all an bum-barred you with everything all at once. And I don't know what to say first.
I get jealous of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis. I miss you oh so easily.
But, I also like that we can be apart. And be okay. Knowing we'll come back to each other.
I love the way we love the same things. But I also love how we love different things.
My head is a complicated pile of thoughts.
Of fears, and cravings. Of dreams and of everything.
I am a flawed human being. I make so many mistakes, even though I try so hard.
I could forget everything and not be sure of anything.
But, there is one thing i will always know and be sure of.
I love you. And I am so lucky I met you
