How could he?

Sometimes I worry that some of the thoughts tumbling around in my head might just spill out. That would be embarrassing I think. Or maybe a little bit unsettling.

Sometimes I wonder about complete openness. What if someone you knew everything you thought, everything you meant, everything you really are or were.

I'm not sure how a relationship like that would turn out.

But what if that person was still completely in love with you. And you were just a jerk.

I kind of feel like that. What a drag I am. I just keep falling and dragging him down with me.

I keep stumbling, right after refusing his hand to help me along.

I don't get it.