which is it? or, maybe somewhere in between? have i said something wrong? as i reread what you've written i realize i'm irrational but you're also witholding. i try to find a good medium to ride against extremism still i am pulled in two different directions. what can i give you that is acceptable?
when i leave the room do accent bubbles form around your head? do you wish i'd want you more or less? is that why there's no welcome mat at your front door? maybe it's my cool silence when you tease me. but, i want you. i want you because i can learn from you - learn how to regulate, learn how to be, learn how to love simply. i want to be able to experience life without the anxiety of analyzing everything - without trying to manage everything. i know this possible.
we live once, we fall in love more times than i imagined; before the age of 10 i truly believed there was such a thing as one, true love - in hindsight, i laugh at my foolishness. love is a comic strip: someone falls down, another person laughs and walks away only to leave the other person seeing birds. the reader is left unamused.
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