I’m awfully awkward and nowhere near eloquent. I’m weird and not so subtle. I dive in too quickly and drown in the recess of air. I’ll push you away when you’ve become too close, and I’ll bury emotions beneath the sand. Regardless, you won’t find another person quite like me. I will defend, protect, and provide for you until my limbs let out and collapse. I’d never lie to save myself, or at all. When your spirit has crashed, I’ll be there to scoop you up, and mend your soul. I extend myself with bruised wrists, prepared to take on everything. I’ll do my best to make you smile. I’ll go crazy with you and create amazing memories. I try my best in everything I do. Is it so wrong?