Having to hide something so meaningful, and important to you in your life. The temptation not to grab her in a loving manner as she accidentally brushes you walking by, the urge not to make forever eye contact with her when looking her in the eyes because she made me feel so damn amazing about myself, and beautiful too, of course. Hoping in the back of my head that I was brushing off the same engulfing feeling of everything making perfect sense...there I go jumping from thought to thought...fuck it.. Those late nights cuddling and talking about each other's dreams and aspirations..laughing about fucking nothing because that's what love was, I suppose.. It had purpose. For something. fuck it, I went off topic AGAIN. See. The hardest part about it is not seeing the whole picture, and then that makes it's almost worthless. I can't be the only person who starts writing just for it to unintentionally end depressing. Life is a gift, not an entitlement. Anyway.. Has anyone heard about the extremely large rise in the numbers of manatees supposed to be swimming their life and shit around in the ocean. That's where I need to be. Give me a fucking boat, an anchor, and a rope. I can make it.