“If I ever push you away, I dont really mean to. When I tell you I dont 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 that 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 dont 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, and fears, and cravings, and dreams, and this tangled up nostalgia for 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”
