someday day not far away from here, my dear, I swear I'll hear you

Sometimes I feel like we are cut from the same cloth, that we were always meant to meet, always meant to complete each other.

And when we look at each other, we see ourselves reflected in the others eyes - only clearer and brighter than usual, so that we are compelled to shine, to be better, to expand and burst with light.

But sometimes I feel like my hands are over my eyes, refusing to see what you see.

Sometimes I feel like you lock yourself away so that you can't come run in the open places with me.

And so I see that nothing is perfect, as much as I want to believe that we are perfect together. We are still human, with the worst of the human diseases snapping at our heals. No matter how close, no matter how right - in the dark corners of our hearts, we are still alone.

Run away with me then, will you? Escape it with me? I will be brave for you, I will fight the darkness. I will shine the brightest light of my understanding into your heart and try with all I am to keep the loneliness from defeating us.