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you were the most important.

You're going to want to talk, and I know that.

You'll tell me all the things I blatantly can see (things you don't know I see) and all the expectations. And that cold rush will go through me because you see what you want to see about me. Nothing more, nothing less.

You'll tell me what you want from this. I'll tell you that what you want from this is not what I intend to take from this.

You'll ask why and I'll get quiet because I never knew why the best decision was to just stay the way we are instead of putting all of us in a position that we really wouldn't worm our way out of without ruining something (or someone.) Because I've just learned how to breathe and what my freedoms and limitations are and I feel that I just cant (and maybe I never will because you are the one I don't want to hurt)

I feel like you’re so infatuated with someone who so insecure and unsure and you’re wasting your time waiting for someone who could literally never be ready. You scare me. You scare me because you’re positive and so sure of everything. You jump without looking and you never hesitate to compliment and protect me. You’re stubborn. You’re open. You’re everything I’ve ever ran away from because I never has a grip on myself the way you seem to. You’re cheesy and sweet.

Depression runs constantly through my mind and quiet poems rush through my veins. If you could listen to my soul, it would sound like a far off piano on a rainy day. I’m independent. I’m quiet and I worry I’ll be stuck in this city forever. I’m stubborn and I think too much and I look before I leap. I cry all the time and I eat my feelings. I get angry easily and I’m content with being alone most of the time. I hate explaining myself and I watch too many Korean dramas in a night.