If I ever push you away, I don't really mean to. When I tell you I don't want to talk about it, I do, I'm just looking for the right words. When I get really quiet sometimes it's because I have too much to say. I'm thinking of too many things to tell all at once and I don't know what to say first. And just so you know I love the way we love some of the same things and I love how we love entirely different things. Somehow my head is a complicated pile of thoughts, fears, cravings, dreams and this tangled up nostalgia for the past and the future. I'm human, I'm broken and I'm trying. So don't give up on me.