I get asked alot actually, but i suppose this time, it being so late and it being so on my mind, the question brought me to a stand still. And i genuinely had to think.
So personal was it, I was at first, as a lady should be, slightly offended. And then I really had to think. Did that count? Was that correct? So young was I, my ideas were generously collapsing all around me, and laying by whoever they will.
Only I never stayed.

And here is a fear I may share.
Should I ever have the privelage of falling in love with one of loves me also, what if say, just one day, I wake up. And I no longer love him/her any more?
I guess I should've spoken to you about these things in the dark of that coffee shop we once sat, drawn back from daylight to the deepest sofa in the darkest corner, thick wooden beams assuring our hiding.

I'm actually writing a real life list now. I am appalled, even at myself!