December 8, 2010

compiled with complicated numbers of thoughts.

if i ever push you away,
i didn't mean to.
when i told you i don't want to talk about it,
i really do,
only that i want to find the right words.

give me a minute,
if i can find the right words,
i will.
i will try to be a struggling mix of reality and perfect at the same time.

when i get quite sometimes,
it is just because i have so many things to say.
i have thought of telling you so many things,
all at once.
but i don't know what to say first.

i get immaturely jealous,
of the people who gets to see you on a daily basis,
of the people who happily mingle with you,
of the people who is other than me.
i miss you really easily.

but i also bare the burdens to like the fact,
that we are apart and we're just okay.
space is good too,
sometimes.

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 i know that i love you.
 i am so glad that you are here.

- he says.