I love how patient you are with your words. How you swallow them whole and digest it in your mind, if they are what I want to hear, or what I need to hear. Your patience is a virtue that I wish I could find in my soul, because I'm too impatient. The sound of a clock's hand ticking drives me mad, I hate scenes where I can even hear a pin drop inside a room filled with people. With you it's different, you silence lasts a lifetime but your words pulse through my veins every time you speak.