"****** my trigger blame my gun" And who knew...you... would have such an... effect on/in me. I see you had no intention...nor did I...but...still Dumb luck. We had so much to say/mean/connect/upon ...and all/of/a/sudden it was all I ever wanted...before I knew what I wanted.. And... that's how loving seems to go... Chasing our ghosts,...while another chases us with prose... Each deciphering the can-not-haves/// from different ends of the... barrel. And I have only sadness and longing and joy.... For what you struck.in.me.... Because,... I know that my aim is true... ...but my gun is too weak. And,... my darling, darling girl,... I've been there,... too.