on the other hand.

i sit here and think about how lovely you are.

the things you say are darling, and the things you do are kind.

i think about how much i adore you, and those eyes.

and i think about how we're great together.

but then i start to think about how different we are.

not in how we are, but in how we have been, and how we each could be.

some people might look at me and think i've led a poor life.

they could think that i'm making poor choices.

i'll tell them, "yes, i have. i have done both of those things."

those people, they're disappointed, and refuse to see how far i've come.

all of that gets me thinking.

thinking about how i don't want you to feel that sort of pain.

not now, not ever.

not because of me...