Hands.

Why can't I reach out to you like how you reach out for me? You were able to tell me the words that I needed to hear most at that time, and it meant even more to me, knowing that those words came from you. I'm a silly, pathetic person. I long to reach out to you so much, even a simple glance at your face stimulates the tempo to grow. I want to listen to the sound of your voice and hear our hearts create euphony. I wish for the vibrations to never end. You were able to help me, and I feel as though I can't even return this simple favor.
Yes, I truly am silly. I can't help but feel the awkwardness from wanting to make you smile. It's as though I try to sing for you, so you will know, but the sound becomes muffled through velvet curtains.
Will you reach out for my hand, if I reach out for yours? I'm sorry if I don't say anything, it takes a while to recover my thoughts. Your potential is far greater than mine. I can't even pronounce correctly around you. >.<
Yes, call me a romantic, but I can't help but feel that a part of you hates me, but I, being the pathetic person that I am, just becomes intrigued by that. It's as though that portion of me, the realist, constantly reminds me of the potential negativity of it all as a method of bringing me back down to earth.
If you experience the exact same problems that I feel, just let me know. If you want me to love you, please ask. I'm such a clueless person. Lately, I've come to learn that admiration from afar usually only receives consolation. But how is anyone to know of what the other thinks if nothing is said? How can we be certain of how the other feels, if we question it as our own wishful thinking?
You are as conflicted as I am. Torn between passion and practicality; obligation and heart. We share the views of Catherine, from Wuthering Heights. What we feel in our hearts, and what we feel in our minds, are not the same.
I would love to say "Let's run away together."
but I fear that won't be right.
Instead, reach out and grab my hand
and I'll hold onto yours tight.
With you with me,
with I with you,
come close and I will follow.
Instead of running away forever
we must turn around and endure it together.