I told myself not to dwell on the setbacks

I treasure our little differences, I laugh at how whimsical it really sound. You want to tell me-with uninterrupted breath-what thrills you to your core. You want to open my eyes to a world of new meanings, of new significances. 


But in some night ( one night, this night, tonight) I find myself lying in the bed, one arm over my head, teary, weighted by the weight of the world, surrounded by my inadequacies. I try to be light-hearted because it is tedious to be sad, but I am confused, somewhere at the back of my head there's something I haven't confronted. 


It's less than two weeks time