constant worries

i get scared at the thought of you knowing my deepest quirks
but i take comfort in knowing that someone does.

i fear that sometimes my silence speaks too much
but i breathe in relief knowing someone understands the language.

i worry that i might not be doing enough
for someone who has exceeded her common share.

i worry that i might be doing too much
for someone who understands the concept of space well
well enough to allow trespassing.

i worry thinking that my presence is tired
yet politeness gets in the way.

i'm sorry i get too easily distracted with tiny details
knowing the big picture is too overwhelming.

tell me, dear friend
that this is only too normal.