Something to do with red pandas...

I’m honestly jealous
Not of the fun you have or the people you see (although trust me, they are a close second)
No its the the freedom of mind I seek
You carry no thoughts of me
No chains rustling behind each thing you do
Reminding you,
Never quite out of mind
Instead this blessed silence is all you have once your mind is occupied with some task
And for me I will never have that. I can’t just forget you,
My body and mind conspire against me with no say on how I feel on the matter
No thoughts on how foolish I look in my ardent affection for you
No thoughts to how unfair it is to divide emotion unevenly
I’m a real asshole to myself sometimes.

And yet that’s just the way I am
Just the way you will never be something like me,
I will never be something I’m not.
It’s not in my nature to hide who I am or what I feel
It will always be written all over my face

Maybe just because we are two great people doesn’t mean we are great together
Maybe I’m just being too picky about it all
Or maybe this is all I’m destined to receive and I’m not being grateful for what I have
Maybe I’m caught up in a fairy tale notion of what love should be
Maybe I’m just Sansa about to come to the brutal realization that this is reality
Which owes you nothing but will take anything
I don’t really know
Just like I don’t know how or story will end