there are things to be said about my friends and lovers, but whom I've loved the most is still far away from me. As she has always been. I cannot fathom the depth of my love for her but to express them to her isn't something i have done. In that, I've been a coward, even though those people of my life might not call it that. I've been fool-hardy, if anything. There is no way I can get away with all these words, if she were the one to see it, but hopefully it will elude her altogether.