I fear neither rejection nor distance as much as I fear becoming an echo in a room where you remain entirely yourself.
My greatest act of restraint is pretending my heart is a smaller room than it truly is.
I keep dimming the lantern, afraid its brightness will blind you, while secretly hoping you still notice the light.
You are not asking for too little; I am simply arriving with entire seasons in my hands.
I have spent so long worrying that my love might overwhelm you that I never considered how lonely it is to keep an ocean pretending to be a glass of water.
Every time I choose not to reach for you, it is not indifference. It is affection trembling at the edge of its own magnitude.
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