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liken an untamed horse, neighing and stomping as it wishes; like the choppy seas, bringing destruction and torments whenever it likes.
Perhaps a probable solution would be to be honest with myself, and voice my every thought.
It is difficult to be child-like, acting out your every emotion. Trying to conceal displeasure, keeping it mum, only to erect a wall of silence. In my head I'm thinking silence is good! At least I'm presumably in control on the surface. Alas, the stifling cold shoulder does neither any good.
I'm afraid to tell you about the thoughts in my head, I'm afraid you'll judge me for it, for expecting you to be every bit the soulmate I'm hoping you'd to turn out to be, afraid you aren't that very person, afraid that person doesn't even exist.
Maybe the answer is as simple as such. Honesty. To tell you what I want, to see if you are as such, to love happily ever after if you are that man. Concealing does nothing for me. It merely builds a wall of grudges.
After all, there is something to be learnt, (or at least I'm hoping to learn), from a world of failed marriages and suffocating, pretentious relationships.
Yes, that's right. I am an (over-)analyzer.
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