because feelings are complicated and messy and so is love, and I have no spoken words for either of them. They’re both things that are ambiguous. They have no defining lines, no edges. You don’t know what anything means and when you think you have it all figured out, you tell someone, but then you realize that you’re wrong and that you were a fool for saying anything of the sort in the first place, and you wish you could take those words back, but you can’t. there’s uncertainty in the air. some people will doubt you. you’ll start to doubt yourself in turn, and you question whether anything was real in the first place. your thoughts are constantly bouncing from one view to another, and you feel guilty each time they do. everything is constantly changing and by the time you let everything out, something new arises. you tell someone else because you don’t want to be known as a huge bundle of contradictions, and soon everyone has a piece of you. you’re left vulnerable. feelings can be used against you. no one’s really there to listen, just to listen, they’re only there to feed their own curiosity. 

it’s better to not share anything with anyone, because no one cares