How is it that you resent me? All my efforts of even only getting to you and yet you resent me. Well, there was one time where you hadn't. Maybe my timing is bad? Maybe I lack the wordplay? What should I have? What do I lack?
What shouldn't I lack?
I am well aware that you are an intelligent human being, having discovered recently that you have proven to have the capacity to think greatly. I am better aware that I do not know you well enough. I am sorry. I do not have the resources to get that physically close to you. I am a simple man—if I see that I can't, I know that I can't.
You might or you might not see it, but you are stellar. You are physically a grandeur. I can throw all these big words on the table but I will contain myself for the comfort of your pristine mind. I am nowhere near your rays but your shine casts a shadow on my frail soul. I am nowhere near being your friend, even. I envy those who are in the vicinity of your circle of padres. They get to be in the presence of a stellar woman such as you. I envy how they can feel your words, how they can respond to your wanting, how they can concoct words into something you might respond to. I envy them for they are worthy of your love.
I admit—my efforts are scant. I act sluggardly. I claim that these lags are done with purpose, that this is wisdom for me to postpone any effort I should make in getting to you. My peers see that I am wise in being laggard but in all honesty I had just been claiming what defeat I had already won since the day I first saw you.
What shouldn't I lack?
I am well aware that you are an intelligent human being, having discovered recently that you have proven to have the capacity to think greatly. I am better aware that I do not know you well enough. I am sorry. I do not have the resources to get that physically close to you. I am a simple man—if I see that I can't, I know that I can't.
You might or you might not see it, but you are stellar. You are physically a grandeur. I can throw all these big words on the table but I will contain myself for the comfort of your pristine mind. I am nowhere near your rays but your shine casts a shadow on my frail soul. I am nowhere near being your friend, even. I envy those who are in the vicinity of your circle of padres. They get to be in the presence of a stellar woman such as you. I envy how they can feel your words, how they can respond to your wanting, how they can concoct words into something you might respond to. I envy them for they are worthy of your love.
I admit—my efforts are scant. I act sluggardly. I claim that these lags are done with purpose, that this is wisdom for me to postpone any effort I should make in getting to you. My peers see that I am wise in being laggard but in all honesty I had just been claiming what defeat I had already won since the day I first saw you.
Your countenance is stellar; I need not say more.
My countenance, on the lesser hand, is unworthy of your love. My countenance is unworthy of your concern. When the day comes that this shall happen—that you love me, I swear that I will concoct words into something that you will respond to,
"Free me from this dream"
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