why is it you I think of with a soft smile? Surprised that I have anything soft left to give. For you. For anyone. Including myself. I suppose amongst all you see my vulnerability is much more elusive than my intentions. Maybe not. Perhaps this broken and bruised heart is in fact beating out of my chest for you to examine thoroughly. Explains a lot I must say. However, I have yet to believe in anything you might claim to be, say or and feel. I simply can’t believe the tenderness in your eyes. I can’t. I’m not exactly sure what to do with you since you haven’t really tried to get me into bed. At all as a matter of fact. This makes me suspicious. it shouldn’t but the shouldn’t never really matter when it all comes down to it….we feel what we feel and I am afraid. I am. Scared shitless of you. It’s been a really long time since someone tried to get to know me, regardless of your reasoning, and I am at a total loss as to how to handle this. Do you really have any inkling as to how fucked up I am, that if you really want anything from me it’s going to have to be an effort. I’m not seamless.