But are you willing?
I have lived in a compartmentalized world of my own design. A world of boxes and closed doors. A complex maze of dead ends and endless corridors, with lies and truth intricately woven together, making each indistinguishable from the other.
It’s build for control. For isolation. For risk management. For me and me alone, exclusively.
But here you are, wanting a first-hand tour of the world I built, wanting a peek in to the boxes, wanting to know the inner workings of me.
A dangerous want. Yet, I find comfort in your willingness to see it all.
And this scares me. Yet, I long for the comfort you provide.
You’re.. different... Special, even.
Are you willing? Is your want backed with actions?
Because darling, a want without actions is just a wish.
