There is nothing wrong with her. No matter how hard I look. I've combed through her expressions and gestures, no rocks left unturned. Staring daggers at the poor girl and her every intention. What are her MOTIVES?
Is it really so hard to understand that maybe, for one reason or another [or for every reason] she may actually, whole heartedly, love me for the person that I am and not so much who she wishes I would be?
I am so inhibited by anxiety that my love for another may potentially drown in what-if's and would-be's.
Immersed up to our eyeballs, in things that may or may not happen.
What is happening?
What is she doing to me?
Will we stay afloat?
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