Maybe I'm explaining it wrong. Or probably. Sometimes, I know I do want it. And I can handle negotiation. Compromise. I think I'm empathetic (I swear this isnt a tinder bio attempt). But it's like, my baggage Idw to inflict on somebody just bc I get fucking lonely. I'm afraid if someone gave me that caring back in a way that wasnt friendship limited, I wouldn't know how to handle it. If I freak and hurt them, that's not fair.
Isn't most prose? Poetry? Whatever. Extravagant emotion grown out of truth.