weathered It's so hard sometimes to know how to be fair-- I want to be fair to myself and to MK And I hope it's possible to do both and not have to choose one I think I'd choose him Lola used to say love has no pride and I feel like I understand that more now I don't want to possess him, I want him to be happy--and I hope he understands and I hope he believes I'm sincere and I hope he doesn't see it as rejection Because I still want to babble at him when I wake up and hear his voice before I sleep and smell his sweater :) K keeps me in the eye of the storm--well we both keep each other in the eye of the storm We're locking our arms together. We're almost numb now. And neither of us can give up because even if we want relief, we know that means the other will flail off into the dark |