Call me by your name...

A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for my baby - such is my idea of happiness. Because all I know is that I've wasted all these years looking for something, a sort of trophy I'd get only if I really, really did enough to deserve it. But I don't want it anymore, I want something else now, something warm and sheltering, something I can turn to, regardless of what I do, regardless of who I become. Something that will just be there, always, like tomorrow's sky. That's what I want, and I think I may have found it in you. I just hope it isn't too late, or my demons get the best of me. I'm afraid that if I screw this up, I won't get another chance, that if we don't clench to our blessing, another may never come for either of us.