What?!

Apparently I'm a different person, cold like, to the one I love. If this is true surely I am just showing her what I am like? What is behind the many veils and masks that hide what I am truly scared of... Myself. She makes my heart warm and the breeze cool when near, then why is it that a volcano of emotions are erupting from our souls. I wish that she never saw the real me. Maybe she would of been happier if I never opened up and stayed happy and fake. But what would that accomplish?? A world built around a decaying structure; a structure 'rolled in glitter' I think not I showed her my world of torment maybe we both should be grateful.