Good old fashioned lover boy...

While writing the latest page in his book of life, he realised that he can finally be at peace with loving his solitude and trying to sing out with the pain it causes. He is happy about his growth, in which of course he can't take anyone with him, so he is gentle with those who stay behind; he is confident and calm in front of them and doesn't torment them with his doubts and doesn't frighten them with his faith or joy, which they wouldn't be able to comprehend. He seeks out some simple and true feeling of what he has in common with them, which doesn't necessarily have to alter when he himself changes again and again. When he sees them, he loves life in a form that is not his own and he is indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the lonesomeness that he trusts. He does not expect any understanding, but believes in a love that is being stored up for him like an inheritance, and has faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that he can travel as far as he wishes without having to step outside it. A love unlike any before.