I believe you and I trust you. But you are difficult to love. I do the talking, the hello how are you. the hey what’s up. The wondering. the thinking. the longing. A single word from you spins my entire world. Your words sound like pity. like alms. Again, I believe you, respect you, and trust you. But you are cold, you are as good as not being there at all. You are difficult to understand, to love. Is it just me or have you changed? If it was just me, then please, help. I beg of you. I’ve been doing the begging. the chasing. Serves me right. But this won’t be long. I promise.