Why are these three hardest words in the English language for me to say?
Damned if I could tell you. I could list off years of experience and past horrors that would make a pretty convicing argument, but I don’t really believe that myself, do I?
I’m going to have to say it real soon. The words are going to have to spill out of my mouth into the unbelievable chasm between me and you. It’s funny that I can use poetry to describe our situation, write you a book on the mysteries of love and yet the one thing I can’t do is say the words.
They’ve become this mythic quest that is going to lead me to being a nervous wreck if I don’t sit down and start makin’ plans to be happy. I want to be happy. I really do. I want to know what it feels like. I don’t want to have to walk around thinking everything’s so goddamn hard.
Cuz it is. But a lot of the time it’s not. I’ve learned so many ways in which things are ok.
So I think I’m going to try this brave thing out. Cuz to be fair, the pansy ass crap hasn’t worked at all.
