Dear Stranger:

I want to know you.
Why can't you open up to me?
How come the others can open up to me and relate so well, and you're so closed off?
you seem friendly, but you're not, you're distant and it's not my fault.
I guess I'm pushing you, maybe i'm pushing you too hard.
God i wish the words could just come to me on the page right now, but they don't.
just like how they don't when you and I are alone.
When he's doing something else, and it's just us two,
Do you know what you do? you turn to your computer.
You admit you're reserved, but what are you doing to change that?
Nothing.
I want to know you, let me in your life.
confide in me
I want to be THAT girl
which is ridiculous because I can't define what THAT girl is.
I don't even know what i want.
the only thing i know,
is that
I want to know you.
and it's the one thing, the one simple thing
that he so readily gives me
that you don't.
So here it is.
I'm laying it out on the table.
Except I'm not.
I'm writing this in the privacy of my journal.
Thinking about you.
After lingering in your room for hours, after leaving
still i'm thinking of you.
Are you thinking of me?
What do you think? Do you think anything at all?
Give me something. Give me anything.
Your sister, your parents, the crew team, michelle branch, anything you can offer me
I'll take.
Because i'm throwing away almost my pride.
Because I want to know you that much.
Why can't you see? Don't be so reserved.
Don't be insecure, if that's even what you are.
I'm not leaving if you take off your wall.
I'll still be here,
I'm too invested.
So talk to me,
Because I want to know you.