Can I Tell You A Love Story: Shh, Be Here 15

When depression comes like a black cloud trying

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I found another “I love it”… and it’s this: His care keeps me in a perpetual state of ‘on’. A low level buzz. Sometimes my legs feel like jelly they are so electrified.

So, what? I don’t care if it’s too soon.

Can I blame that on you, too? Lol.

I don’t care because I heard what you said. You keep telling me, you keep showing me. You keep eyeballing me. I don’t want to be practical with you.

If I’m wrong, better to know now.

Here I go again, getting all weirded out, maybe a little less. I think I’ve resigned myself to rejection. Am I fooling myself believing otherwise?

See, the thing is when I poured out my backwards self, everything I said felt true. But how silly can I be? Do I really feel this thing I think I feel?

Settle down, relax. I don’t know how to do that very well, will you help me?

Shh, be here.

Remember when you used to tell me that? I remember.

Oh, how I loathe the shift… although not full-on depression, more like a black cloud trying.