But, you know, I feel like if I'm allowed to press for information from anybody... it's you.
Today I realized that you are scared of me.
Not in the traditional way.
You're scared of how my opinion of you could change.
In my head this was the sort of relationship where the tongue was tied down by nothing, being free to soar with whatever musings or secrets or thoughts or just... anything.
That's what it is for me, at least.
But today I noticed that while you tell me lots of things... you conveniently leave out the bad parts.
Maybe you don't want to be a downer?
Maybe you forget them?
Maybe it's not on purpose at all.
Regardless, I think you're fantastic. Though... you don't seem to believe me.
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