“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 a minute, and if I can tell you; I will.  I try to be a struggling mix of real and perfect at the same time.  At the moment, I am working on the ratio.  When I get really quiet sometimes it is because I have too much to say.  I have thought of too many things to tell you all at once and I don’t know what to say first.  I get immaturely jealous of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis.  I miss you really easily, but I also like that we can be apart and we are both okay.  Space is good, too.  I love the way were love some of the same things.  And I love how we love entirely different things.  My head is a complicated pile of thoughts, and fears, and cravings, and dreams, and this tangled up nostalgia for the past and somehow, the future.  I am flawed and I am human and I am broken and I am trying.  And I am one person and I am two hands an dI am one heart.  And I love you and I am so glad you are here.”



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