I wish i was like the others. The ones who can talk all day and not later regret something you said, just because you over thought and now you’ve made yourself feel as if you are an idiot. I wish i could say what comes to my mind. I wish words flew off my lips as if it was destiny for that person to hear those words in that order. I wish my thoughts and feelings and words meant something to someone. To say I love you is such a bittersweet thing. I wish i had the courage to speak words in a order that sounded beautiful to you. But I cannot have this fantasy that I have conjured up in my imagination, for i am far to shy, quiet. Like a mouse i rarely make a squeak, in fear of beeing seen by you and others.