Sometimes I need help. Too often I reject it.

After a long silence, it's easy to forget how to talk. After a prolonged solitude, it's hard not to feel lonely.

I know I shouldn't avoid what's hard or rest upon what's easy.

I want to be able to start a conversation and have it go nearly as well as how it plays out in my head.

I love, I love, I love. Why can't I show that I do?