Though it doesn’t seem like it, believe me I crave your time. I don’t need much, just your heart, your closeness, your dreams and aspirations.
Don’t forget the key to the world you hold in your heart, we just might turn explorers.
Though it’s impossible, I crave your understanding, let me be who I am, let me dream, over think, and feel like thrash but still I ask you to please love my messy heart.
This you already know, I crave your distance, trust me I love you, beyond word, beyond time…. What choice do I have anyway?
But still…… I crave your compassion, your understanding because in my lone time , it’ll be just me, my hopes, my dreams and those times I kill myself with misery. Believe me they are as important as those times spent with you.
Most importantly I crave your knowledge. Knowledge of you and me, knowledge of the declaration of our love, knowledge that names are not assigned without first listening to the stories.
And when I invite you into my head……
You should know what that means, how much I love seeing you happy, how all those extroverted things I do is just to see the spark in your eyes and the smile as it lights your face., how it makes it worth the while even though it makes me uncomfortable.
I’ll be safe to show you who I am, the scars the pain, the joys and laughter and how they’ve shaped the foundation of my very own soul. I want you to know how hard it is for me and how I will always try for you my introvert-phobic friend.