we twist and turn where angels burn

: thanks .
: why do you push your periods out
: Because it's a habit I chose to adopt
: Why do you not include periods
: i'm never really done speaking, am i?
: Haha...
: that's beautiful . you haven't changed and by all means, that's a great thing .

Haven't I, though?

It's odd; I feel as though there are things hovering between us, unspoken.
Unreachable. Like we're avoiding something, but I don't know what.
Maybe it never really existed, anyway.
Or maybe it's just me.

Stop analyzing? Really?
Why?

Without that, there really is very little left of me. I find myself by seeing how I am affected or influenced by others.

Regardless of who they are.

Sometimes I think the depth of the emotions I put down in words extend beyond that which I feel. Do I say more than I mean?

// I know you told me to stop analyzing, but I can't; it's what I do. When did we stop talking? I feel as though there's something you're purposely not saying to me, and probably for some valid reason, but I feel like I'm missing something. As if something happened between us, but I didn't get the memo. Like you discovered a deep dark secret of mine, and I don't know what it was. Because...I might be the same, but...
you're not.