Those are the rules. I won't confess how much I feel for you because I don't want to be vulnerable. You won't confess how you feel either because you don't want to feel foolish if you find out I don't feel the same. Those are the rules.
If you take ten minutes to respond to my messages I will take an extra five. We can't show each other how much we anticipate to hear from one another because then it'd prove we're too available. Those are the rules. I will never show you how much I care in a world where loving is cliche. And you won't ever tell me how much you miss me at night in a world where people pretend to like sleeping alone. Those are the rules. We will never let our love flourish into what manifest silently on the inside of either of us. We are too prideful, we are too scared, we are too caught up in the rules because these are the only ones we follow. I will never say I love you and neither will you because the mixed signals are too mixed, and I love you too much to find out you don't love me and I will never ask because those are the rules.
Epilogue- We don't know when love is too much or when love is too little so therefore it's never enough and always too much.
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