I am sitting on a lexicology lesson but the only thing I can think about is us. What should I do, how should I explain everything what's happening to me? It's not hard to understand by me because I can clearly feel those deepest scars. Maybe I am afraid to love you because I was hurt and here, you are the stronger person who can teach me. Nevertheless I am more then willing to learn this from you. Give me time or don't. I am still afraid My Queen. Our deep emotional connection might have just gotten lost in a paradise of words that were never spoken out loud. What can I say, I was far away from you but even like that I was closer then everybody else. I've met you after the class had ended and since then I am hurt. Deeply thoroughly hurt. You know that you are so close to someone that you are EXACTLY the same, bits by bits, feelings through feelings that are neverending. We might have lost it. Maybe because of beer. Maybe because you listen to me when you shouldn't. I don't blame you. I am complicated. More than you might be. This is my insecurity, I need your demons, I need to stand by your side, I am in dire need to take my life and put it in your hands. I need it and now I am not ashamed by letting go of my ego. I need to be the pillar of existence for somebody that deserves it and you know that you do. I might not comprehend or understand these words when I am sober but I know you will. I can not always be the bigger person my love. And now I can't. I need you to tell me how to help you, and in the situations like today, to hug me even when you distanced yourself from me like I did subconsciously. Fear, love, and even when you drive me crazy I am not carsick. It's not about me or you... this is about us so we can do it for us. Instead of "I love you" I am writing this the first and last time: I want to pick up your pieces of soul just to get it back to work for us.
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