I thought about it today, and I realised... I write all these things to you in hopes to not forget, but I'd much rather speak to you. Words aren't recompense if they're set on a page alone. Accompanied by a spoken, rational thought? Quite possible, if married with intent.


Really, I just wish that I could actually tell you everything. Out loud, instead of scripted and unrehearsed [time and time again].

My love alone is unbridled.