It's so hard for me to start conversations because I'm hopelessly picky.

If I talk to you, I want to talk about something that will keep the conversation going.

I hate when there's silence, and I hate when I struggle to find something to reply with.

I hate when you send "yeah" or "okay" because that means this conversation is over and I have to struggle to start a new one.

I don't want to bore you with my weak attempts at keeping you close.

I want you to talk to me, I want you to want to talk to me. 

I want enthusiasm and I don't want to have to rattle my brain to keep it up, because it was never like that.

But it's not as easy as it used to be.

I revel in the rare days that we talk nonstop for hours.

The days where conversation is so simple and never wears out.

But I know that after a day like that..

There's only silence until one of us figures out something else to say.