I’m in one of those moods where I just assume be left alone. But in usually human fashion, I crave the attention of those I desire. Often we find ourselves surrounded by the light of a unique individual. Someone that fascinates us to no end. Who’s internal and external beauty captivates us with a pull of energy that often can be quiet embarrassing. Yet like the lovesick puppies that we often are. They dominate and overtake our thoughts.
But for people like myself, where often too much of a good thing is just too much. Our minds repel what our hearts know are true. We long, we burn, and we physically ache for their attention. But somewhere buried deep we never see ourselves as good enough. So we walk away. Words come easy to my heart. Especially in the silent corners of my being. But to physically express that love, it’s often so hard. Especially where expectations are demanded to be met, by those that seldom ask and often assume.