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 or 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 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 someof the same things, and I love how we love entirely diffrent 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.I am one person and I am to hands and I am one heart, And I love you and I am so glad you are here.