Put upon me, if there are things that will fit (once there), all the issues that you have saved, for later days and open ended calls, that must be solved.
If it were simple, and we both know it is not, then I expect that most would have told you (by now at the very least) how it really ought to have turned out.
You have impressed me with your perfect imperfections and I can only hope, each held breath is anticipation of our day, that you will find in me broken pieces of a man which you will adore (in kind.)
We are all blind through this life. Heads held high or low, or which ever way keeps them out of sight, so that we may be seen and not feared. But in this blindness we are two, where one would probably do, and there is so little (about that) worth changing.