But you have to promise me that you won’t take it personal. When I walk away to take a breath or stop talking all together, don’t be offended.

I am made of silence and solitude and I swear I don’t mean anything by it.

You are just so talented, beauty mixed with brains. You are who I used to dream about when I thought of falling in love and i’m not sure if you can say the same about me.

Insecurity is my biggest shame, myself is a close second, and I can’t make sense of why you care.

The world is so big and interesting. Why would you want to be here? Why would you want to be with me?