Dispatches from the frontline. Of your online conversation. A subtle shift in status. A Twitter dedication. Though the sentiment is welcome. There's no need to tell the nation. Can't you see?. If you say it to me and only me. There's still validity. In a world of misplaced identity. Is there anyone else I should be?. Twelve thousand followers and I. Were listening to your broadcast. By the time I'd composed my reply. I sensed the moment had passed. In a sea of collective experience. Why must I always come last?. Can't you tell?. If you say it to me and only me. And nobody else as well. Precious moments of love and intimacy. Not just stories to share and to sell