When there was nothing life was simple.
When there is nothing I am content.
Maybe I am not made for somethings.
Maybe I am not equipped for happiness.
I see you. I see the good, normal person that you are and I cannot fathom why all the wonderfulness doesn’t make me happy – I don’t know why all the things I’ve ever wanted are not things I relish receiving now.
Maybe I am broken. I thought I was such an emotional, expressive soul but entwined with you I am cold, I am lifeless, I am barren.
I don’t know how to be the other half of you. I want to revel in the abundance of love you give me and the wholesomeness of you, but how?
I want to show you the plethora of emotion and love bubbling under the surface of me, but how?