If it isn’t obvious that I love you and I want you more than anything and you’re the only one I think about by now, I’m not the one. I can’t read your god damn mind. I misinterpret you and it falls on me. I need interaction and actual words. You’re just too unpredictable for me to feel safe. It feels like this is one big game. You’re not willing to bend or budge, and you’re not being transparent enough for me. I keep telling myself it’s not our age difference, but I’m starting to think I might be wrong.