My love,
I am in awe of your manners that I shall never own. I am star struck by the forbearance you have gathered in your storm. I ache for your dismal days yet I regard your effort as most formidable. So, I am envious of you. Therefore, I am utterly lost about my feelings towards you. Because despite all your admiring ways, my dear, you are too unhappy. You are too... I cannot put my frosty finger on it, but you have not been able to make me love you. There is a nagging tug in me that tells me you have not what I truly admire. And I donot know what it is. Is it the way you can not truly befriend someone because you seem to find a flaw in them? Is it the way you cannot truly see the magic of words? Is it the way you do not see the joy in little things? Is it that you are trying but not truly seeing? Yet because I am envious I wonder if it has tainted my vision of you.Maybe it's the green eyed monster in me that is deterring me from truly seeing you. Like always, maybe it's just me. It's me. It's just me who cannot look past my varying emotions.
yours even as I fear to be.