And then he calls me at 2:30ish in the morning after I have given up on him again.
We started talking again this week because of one of your phone calls.
You wanted to know why we stopped talking; you always want to know. You always want to know everything.
There are so many things I want to just simply say to you, but I find myself unable to.
Strange that being so outspoken most of the time I am thus rendered silent around you now.
I can't seem to find the right words when I am with you anymore because all I want to say are the things I can't say. Partially, my conscience is in the way because I don't want it to be another burden for you and the other part is the obvious chicken shit fear of love non-reciprocated.
I don't know if our timing will ever be right and if our issues will ever be mended to complete satisfaction.
I can only hope.
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