Little

Some of the things we find unfit. Fo some of the things we find ridiculously annoying to ourselves. Feeling like how too much we can be to each other. Too much or too less and yet still care for each other. Still having not enough with all the too much. And having to be feeling adequate with whats less. And accepting who we are. But we are who we are. I know what i have for you. And what you have for me. And no doubts are spelled on it. But i am worried of me. The one who easily pushes away. Even when.
I dont want to.