this is what it is about. me, loving you: it taps you on the shoulder and shows you all my cards without me knowing. it wears my most vulnerable self as skin. it's complete abandon, absolute surrender. it's none of my business. isn't that the scarriest thing you've ever heard? it's so simple. it is your reflection on a two-way mirror, with me standing on the other side. i'm watching you, observing yourself, and i love you. i love you. what does this say about me? that this has nothing to do with you. this, is how i know myself. just like that; my oldest fear, gone with the wind. i don't need you to see me back. i don't need you to know. i already know myself. this, is how i know i love you: "nature of the soul is only known through the act of loving." i'm watching you. i'm learning constantly what it means to be me. you can keep the change. i told you before; this has nothing to do with you, and absolutely everything to do with me.