My Love Is Complicated

So often we tell those dear to us how much we love them. Sometimes we mean it, other times we don't. The truth about me is: My love is complicated. God's love is said to be unconditional and eternal. A mother's love is said to be dear and without flaw. A woman's love is said to be deep and without greed. A man's love is said to be strong and overwhelming. I don't fall in either category... My love's bloody complicated. You see, the issue is not with who I love or why I love. The issue is with HOW I love. I could look my mom, dad, brother or friends in the eyes and say it... Put the guy that gives me a mini-heart attack overtime he smiles and I literally stutter. Other words not know to the English language fall out of my mouth and die at my feet... I can't express myself at all. I feel it, but I just can't say it. Why? Because my love is complicated. I hope this serves as an explanation for my actions... I can't be romantic unless I write you a letter. I can't hug you without thoroughly thinking about it and playing the scenario in my mind. I can't hold your hand without thinking about where mine have been that day... It may seem crazy, but please understand: My love is complicated.