I want a pencil in my hand, and two steady legs on which to stand. I left ok behind in april, and I read his letters today. I should be jealous, but I m not. Still, in between us, you seem to be caught. Only dwell on the hearts of now and then.
Thens are past, and nows are looming.
I wish you would explain the connection to me. You re sitting next to the blur. She s vulnerable again, and that frightens her. That she needs someone near. I can be patient.