“I don’t do good with words.
I mess up when I need to tell what matters. I’ll be in front of you, bouncing my leg like a 5 year old who was guilty of sneaking in on a chocolate cake which his mother told him not to. My head will be low and I can’t even look you in the eyes.
I’ll run away knowing I’m not capable of holding that attention for longer than it takes to shuffle a song.
I run away, I run faster than any planes and cars when I smell conflict. I don’t like loud voices or screams or accusations. They tear my heart away.
I’m worst when it comes to phone calls. I’ll not pick the ring but I’ll text you. And I would never lead the way to talk to you.
All I can do is I’ll drive, I’ll drive you afar. Far away from all those worries and we’ll just sit in silence like nothing in the world matters right now other than the setting sun in front of us.
Then, i’ll take your hand and lead you to the roof. Play some music. A bottle of wine and a pizza. Voila!
Under the stars, talk to me. Talk all your worries away. I’ve a huge appetite for words that aren’t my own.
And I won’t judge. Who am I to judge when I’m a fucked up human as well? Talk. Or don’t. You’ll have my company.
Feeling sad or low? Call me. I’ll listen your worries away. If I can’t, I will make you laugh. I know a joke or two. Most of them will be bad and you are free to kill me for that.
I’ll send you songs I feel you’ll like or just spam you with links of your favorite artists or astrophysics or things that you like.
I don’t have much to offer. I just have my understanding to offer.
To know you and to empathise and when I can’t, just be there, a shoulder to lean on or an ear to listen. ”
” I think that’s all I need. No complaints, no demands. “