I don't know what to say.
I don't know if it's because I hold my thoughts inside.
Or if it's just because my life is dull.
Maybe it's a bit of both.
Sharing my thoughts is too scary though sometimes.
And other times I feel like you should already know.
Maybe you do.
There's really not much I keep inside.
It's just a big little bit.
And I try to avoid it.
The Universe makes it hard.
Everything reminds me of you. [Isn't that a lousy cliche.]
It's always the same thing that bubbles inside me.
A crazy mix of love, lust, passion, fear, loss, mourning and hope.
It makes my heart twist.
It's why I hope for love.
It's why I fear I understand the "Better to have loved and lost..." quote.
It's why I feel hopeless sometimes... because I cannot, no matter how hard I try, keep my feet firmly in the reality of what is.
I don't want to.
I want it all.
But I want it all with you, most days. [I lie. Everyday. I want it everyday.]
I suppose this is a case where what you want and what you need are different.
But they feel the same.