It's all so confusing, really. In a sea of people, we're alone. But not quite; what's that you call it? Ah, yes: "loneliness without being alone." And we're close, in a way I can't quite describe and makes me crazy. And yet ... and yet ... it makes sense.

Your words are etched in my mind: "Be the strong person I know you are." I'm weak. The strong, brash personna?: it's just a mask. When I'm around you, however ... I'm naked. Naked and unable to move. So vulnerable and transparent, it's scary. Then a voice croons softly in my ear, "It's alright. He'll never hurt you." That's why it's okay to be naked and weak around you, that's why I'm me around you.

And I don't want to cover myself. I want you to really see me, in all my human flaws and vices. Slowly, it all comes off ... by itself ... as I lay my head on your shoulder. See? I don't even have to make an effort. It's like breathing, only more intimate.

You turn to look at me, and all I do is stare. And wonder. Stare in wonder. Your eyes, nose, blushing cheeks, goatee; your mouth, with rosy lips and beautiful teeth. And I imagine myself leaning over and stealing a kiss - but I need to be bold first. And how would I kiss you: softly, deeply? And would you return the kiss? Or would you shove me away?

It's all so confusing - but as long as your hand touches mine, as long as you hold me when I'm afraid, as long as you wipe away my tears, and let me shove your fears and worries away ... I'm fine with that.