If I could stop thinking, I might stop caring
If I stopped caring, I might stop thinking
Not thinking, not caring, might leave me a shell
Preferable still to feeling like hell
If I could stop thinking, I might stop caring
If I stopped caring, I might stop thinking
Not thinking, not caring, might leave me a shell
Preferable still to feeling like hell
I will make mistakes and upset you. Please tell me if and when I do. I really don’t mean to hurt you, but I am careless. Forgive me.
I will make you question my sanity on a regular basis, as I question yours.
I will bore you to death with my constant rambling, and perhaps even sometimes entertain you with it.
I will forever tease you for your nerd tendencies, but secretly I love you for those.
I will always challenge your negative thoughts and ideas, and if not, I will agree with them depending on my own mood. Misery might not always like company, but at least I can commiserate and somewhat understand to the best of my ability.
I will sit with you in corners when you don’t want to talk to anyone else, or I will just be quiet if that is what you need. Although we both know that at times I have a really hard time shutting up. Still, I will try.
I will defend you to others, even if you are wrong, which you sometimes are, but let’s face it, that in itself is a whole other argument.
I will hold your hand and be strong for you, when you are not.
I will always giggle at your silly jokes at five in the morning, or any time of the day or night. And if not, I will call you names and laugh anyway, despite how hard I try not to.
I will pull you back if you push me away. If you push me twice, I will stay away if that is truly what you want because I only want you to be happy, whether that is with or without me.
And finally, I will remind myself every single day why you are special to me and hope that you know just how much you are.
Because you are complicated, unique. You are you.