Coward for love

There are days when I have a lot to say, but I'm afraid of your reaction to it. Finally, I decide to put it on a piece of paper. The paper won't judge me, won't be mad at me, nor will criticize…. It will just absorb all the information that I will share. It soaks them up, so nobody would end up hurt during the process.

You meet someone. An interesting person, intelligent… meets most of your standards, even tho half of them is the bare minimum that all of us should have. You start a conversation and realize you have a lot of common things to talk about. And a lot more to trade.

Teach me how to ski – I will teach you how to dance.

Teach me how to paint – I will teach you how to draw.

Teach me how to talk – I will teach you how to write.

Teach me how to open up – I will teach you how to listen.

Teach me how to ask for forgiveness – I will teach you how to forgive.

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You don't know me. You only know a part of me that I let you see.

I don't know you. I only know what you let me see.

But I know that behind the sarcasm is way more than I can imagine.

Don't hide it. Let me see that part of you, even though dark.

I have a golden rule that I use, “don't do to others, what you don't want to be done to you.”

You don't want to do something? That is fine, say it out loud.

You don't want to go out? That is fine, say it out loud.

You don't want to be bothered? That is also fine, say it out loud.

You don't want to talk? Say it.

Whatever you think – just say it.

“No”, is a whole sentence. And everyone should understand that.

It is way better to say what you mean, what you feel…

It is the same with good thoughts as well.

You look good.

You smell nice.

You make me laugh.

With you, I forget about all my problems.

You inspire me to work on myself.

You make me want to learn new things.

I love being next to you, with you.

But I'm afraid.

What if you hurt me as well?

What if I open up, and you don't appreciate that?

What if on the first difficulty, instead of resolving it, you disappear?

What if, when you should fight for me, you give up?

What if you tell me, you love me, and the next day, you are nowhere to be found?

I'm afraid.

What are you thinking? What are you feeling? What do you want from me?

Whatever it is – say it

I'm afraid.

I do not want to indulge, I will regret it.

I don't want to give love, even though I have a lot.

I see the angelic side, but I'm afraid it's another mask. I do not look for perfection, It does not exist.

I do not ask for a Gucci purse, it will have the same function as the cheapest one.

I do not ask for Chanel perfume, an Avon is just fine.

I only want your honesty, I want to be clear.

Short reckonings make a long relationship, long love.

I do not ask for much, do I?

Help me get over the fear and surrender. Surrender to you.

Help me fix those traumas.

Demonstrate to me, that you are different, and that I can trust you.

Prove me because I am afraid to come closer.

I am a coward, I admit.

A coward for love.

Disclaimer:

The stories are seasoned with a lot of drama, and the characters are fictional because the drama starts when logic ends. ☺