So maybe if I'd get excited about this thing we are doing for the both of us You'd catch the fire and we would finally burn twice as bright. But my dreams of my love for you are a treasure hidden in the ruin that is my heart. They elude me like a great fairytale read in the middle of a war zone. All I have for you is patience and a keen awareness of what we are doing- Staring at each other, asking the other to say something less hope dries out. But my patience is fading and in its place hails sensibility; the intelligence to move on from a possibility whose process will overwhelm the outcome negatively. So either way, I stand to loose you; My almost maybe love, but not quite.
For people in relationships where the loss outweighs the love and y'all are just both exhausted from previous hurt and willing this new love to work by telekinesis that you don't have. Take a deep breath and make a decision to either till the land or go where you mediocre energy level can atlas churn a profit.