But I want you to stay, sometimes.

I had it coming, I've always been a sentimentalist with too much to gain. I'm a complete idiot when it comes to those with heavy hearts and a smile to discover. But why can't I speak with an air of estranges and detachment? It seems, people enjoy that more than when one speaks with a cadence of kindness and an eagerness to please and comfort. They don't want a friend. They want someone who will sneak up when their not looking, and write "Fuck You" right under their noses. I cannot fake interment once I've fallen in love. And I fall in love with everyone I meet. Is that so hard to recieve? Why do they make me feel like a first class idiot for trying to love them?