I abase myself as I can, only to be able to say: "I'm there, count with me. For a coffee now. For a coffee in fifty years time, with or without other coffees in between."
I fear for her as I don't for myself. Love, lunacy, or plain "out to lunch"?
Partly, my reasons are selfish, I have the need to assuage those fears. But that is only a part...
The trap was very real, it seems she's still in it. Enough said.
I never offered to replace one cage for another. I saw myself as a stepping-stone.
I hope she understood that.
My dreams, for myself. For this blog almost nobody comes to see. A secret in plain sight.
The others, I could not care less.
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