My thoughts are ripe for the picking. Dare I voice them aloud. I need to clear my head. Lend me some fresh air and I’ll escape through the backdoor as to go unseen. I’ll take my leave and give you the space you so deserve. Although I’ll hang onto this here invisible thread that I’ve tied myself to you with. You can’t cut what you can’t see.

And no, not everybody is the same. You have proven that statement true just by being who you are. You’ve opened me up so many times, and in so many ways... You’ve shown me things that I didn’t think existed. I have fallen so hard into love that I can barely get up off my face.

The written word is a glorious thing; slipping possible meanings behind letters and emotions atop punctuation. But we won’t have any of that nonsense here. Not, not at all. Take it as thou wilt.