communication.

i often think about when i'll gather the nerve to spill it all to you, let you in on how much this whole thing messes with me. it's strange, but the more i care about you, the more i end up doubting myself. maybe someday i'll just lay it out, but there's this constant fear that if i do, you'll bounce. it's become a pattern, hasn't it? after every heart-to-heart conversation , you act like we're strangers, not the girl you claim to "love" , you can't stay in a tiny argument. what makes you think you can stay forever?