Submissions by Amelia_

Often I find that I seek simplicity as fervently as happiness and it's just as fleeting but I find it in you. It may not seem as important a concept to other people but when you get as overwhelmed as me it's the difference between a predisposition to mania or comfort- thank you. Thank you for your patience and your reassurance and your understanding in my misplaced lack of security- I wish I could write more for you... but it's so so hard to write when I'm happy because the words just feel forced and quite content to just remain in my mind. I don't want to get rid of these feelings and so...

I keep catching myself trying to reach for you and it hurts just as much each time I force my hand to return to my side- my knuckles are white with restraint against something only I can see. I want you with just less than half of the fibre of my being- the logical side of me causing the sway in the (hopefully) less painful direction. The intensity of this fraction, however, is more than I would think I could handle and the dissonance created in part by you and in part by my overwhelming fear is the reason I can't hear myself think sometimes. I can't discern whether it'd be cruel to partially...