I wonder if you realize what it costs for me to be with you.
How I cannot help the urge to fight for the relationship, now that my heart has found love again.
I wonder if you realize how inadequate I feel, that I cannot even see the reasons for you wanting to be with me.
I wonder if you realize how I tiptoe around you sometimes, brushing past issues that may potentially set fire to flames that I cannot control.
Sometimes there’s a certain melancholia. A certain mistrust.
Ah, the feeling of opening up your heart again, only to have it treated so carelessly, as if it was something that is easily given away.
You don’t realize how much I’m trusting you with my heart.
But we’re both still learning.
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