I wish you'd just open up to me. I mean I guess if you're not comfortable then I don't want to force you into anything... but I guess I wish you were comfortable enough, also. I can tell something's wrong. I pretty much know what it is.
But talking things out helps. No duh.
I'm here for you. Every fiber of my being wants to scream it into your eardrums--no, right into your brain--with the hope that perhaps you'll be able to understand that.
But I won't.
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