I love deeply.
I can be an ice person or I can be the sweetest one on earth.
I love to be alone with my thought, my writings, my music… but I love you and I want to be with you all the time. Is it a bad thing? Do you hate it? I can give you everything. You can have your space, but let me in.
“When will you see me?” I ask.
Sometimes I don’t know who I am. I need help. I need help to find myself again. You know me. Help me. Don’t hide. Don’t runaway, please.