Hello there, once again
I'm back for an encore
My last show
a performance ***** or sorts

Why wasn't I content with what we had?

Your love was so ultimately pure and civil and it ran in steady streams flowing constantly through your heart.
Whereas I'm a leaky faucet who doesn't know when to stop or when to go and pays no sentiments to temperature and "little" things that make all the difference.

I think I need to learn to love. I still don't know how.

Please read this, and please know that I'm trying to figure myself out.