I Want To Tell You That I Love You More Than My Endless List Of Things I Love, Like Myself, My Music,
I want to tell you that I love you more than my endless list of things I love, like myself, my music, my poems, my favorite food, my best friends, my sport, my favourite movies, my books, my home, my oddities, my passions, my whisky, and above all my me time. I don't know why and when our US time has become more important than my me time. And there can't be anything better if you love me back in similar measures. That would be the greatest blessing of all I have so far.
So many times have I been used in love that I am scared to bare my heart open before you. I fear losing you, precisely the reason i will never win you.
How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known?
For if a room that exists under the governance, authority, and intent of others seems smaller than it is, then a room that exists in secret can, regardless of its dimensions, seem as vast as one cares to imagine.