Holding Back

I think of what you said for a long time waiting for you to reach me out. And I hope your mellowness is arrived in every morning. As I draw what you said, I feel your intents and emotions. I regret for what I could not give you when I look back at them. I feel stupid for not understanding what you wanted in that moment. It suffocates me to think of my fear. But now I know that you wanted me to open myself to you. I know that you wanted me to do what you told me to do and you wanted to know more about me. Can I talk to you again? I will give you everything. I will give you all my love.