Daca ai exista, ti-as spune ca…

if i ever push you away i don’t really mean to. When i tell you i don’t want to talk about, 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 at 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 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 ok. space is good, too. i love the way we 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 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 and i am one heart. and i love you




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