Get the butterflies like we still got our innocence

You know how feeling warm and fuzzy inside is a thing? Well I think the opposite is true. A cold icy feeling right in the center of my chest. 

I feel like I have things to say but then my mind goes blank and the words don't come. It's actually almost like my brain stops me from thinking about it. Because I can talk about other things just fine. And I've really enjoyed talking about other things. I dunno, if anything, this has made me want to talk about things now, not to save them for a different day. It's been dumb of me to just have small talk when I have other things I could say, we could have had actual conversations. About things that matter more than talking just to talk. Maybe that's part of where things went wrong. A lot of it got to be just talking to talk. Which I mean is nice but there isn't much connection there. 

I quite enjoy talking things through with myself haha. I figure things out and make sense of things.