All of a sudden, as a splash of water to my face, I realised that I am nowhere near where I imagined I would be. Life comes at you with full speed and it whisks you away onto unknown plains. You find that you are a different person, doing things you never wanted, things you never even could form into coherent thought. When we began our journey, you led me to a peninsula higher than any before, perhaps even the highest I'll ever be able to climb, but as I reached the top of the summit, I didn't recognise my hands, my body or my heart. The man standing atop of the mountain is someone I couldn't have made up, Someone who escapes my grasp. Someone I'm not sure I like very much, or for that matter, at all.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.
Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover,
everyone becomes a poet. And now I’m looking at you, and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to my first, to Her and Berlin, but it took years to do it – but, you, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I always will. If you want me of course.
