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 we love some of the same things and I love how we love entirely different things. My head is a complicated pile of thoughts, fears, cravings, and dreams and this tangled up nostalgia for the past and somehow for the future. I am flawed and I am human and I am broken and I am trying. I am one person and I have two hands and I have one heart. And I love you. And I am so glad to be with you ~Tumblr
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