third, you won't cry and you won't ask for daddy.

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i think that at some point in time there was a failing on my part to realize that my intensity was, for others, too much to handle, that the passion that most admire in me from afar would, upon close contact, bestow too strong an impact to bear.
but it doesn't change the fact that i gave so much of myself to him, so much that is still in him. so much of me is... in him.
and that's it. i'm never seeing that part of me again.
somehow i'm going to have to come to terms with that. on my own and with a smile on my face.










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