IN MY OWN WORDS

I think sometimes maybe I don’t tell you enough. Tell you enough how amazing and special and beautiful I think you are. Other times I think maybe I tell you too much. Maybe I tell you so much that it doesn’t matter anymore when I say it. That it’s so common you just don’t even hear it anymore. Or believe it anymore. I think maybe you need more attention sometimes. Then I think maybe I give you too much. Maybe I’m smothering you. Maybe I am an annoyance. An annoying habit maybe you’d like to break. Maybe we don’t communicate enough. Maybe we don’t pay enough attention to what each other is thinking and feeling. Maybe I am feeling some type of way lately. Some type of way I am scared to communicate. Or don’t know how too. Maybe I am scared. Maybe confused. Maybe I need reassurance. Maybe I don’t know what I need or what you need. Maybe that is why I am scared.