I think I think too much.

I think I think too much. Every thought is a never-ending thread and every thread is tangled and tied with knots.
I think the threads of your thoughts are just as tangled and knotted as mine. But you're so good at keeping them that way. Mine are frayed and unraveling at the ends.
It's not you it's me. I just can't wrap my mind around how wonderful you are and how so undeserving I really am.
I'm waiting for the day I wake up, because this is such a beautiful dream.
But you're still here, and I'm still here. Even though sometimes it feels like I'm so close to being the furthest thing from you.
You are the only one who sees me. And I see you. Together we see the world in slightly different colors than anyone else.
The world is a contradiction.
Beautiful yet terrifying. There is light and there is darkness. And there is also that place in between. The grey uncertainty. It seems everyone is stuck there, not knowing which to belong to.   
But with us it doesn't matter, because I belong to you. And you belong to me. There's no uncertainty in that.
I don't know if I know you better than you know yourself, but I know you enough to see that you're just a little bit lost. You're a little bit tired of waking up with still-heavy eyes and unsettled thoughts.
It's completely heartbreaking, but I know how it feels to open your eyes and see that it's taking forever to be where you want to be. To see that it's taking far too long for your life to start.
I'd like you to know that I'll be here waiting for you to find yourself. In the meantime, please keep waiting for me. Because I'm just as lost as you.
I'm lost, but strangely I'm not afraid. I know these stumbling steps I'm taking now will someday lead me to you.
You told me once that you could save me, and it's true that I am in need of saving.
But so are you.  
Please don't forget that I'm still here. That I'll always be here.
If you take my hand, I'll take yours and I swear I won't let go.