I wanted to grow up with you, have so much fun and practice or start a quest of being a wife, a lover. Get to know one another better. Know one so well that you don't have to say a word. Non-verbal communication... You were so easy to tease... But so difficult to understand. So inteligent, that we grew apart.
Fear... There was so much fear that we stopped working. We are alone, but we are not. We are somehow still together in love, but apart. I still see, hear, smell you everywhere... Idiot M!
I hope you will do what your heart desires, travel, give presentations, spread your knowledge, don't become a grumpy old man, be caring, be lovely, be the one I love, keep on learning and grow!
When you... I have grown up, hopefully soon. Be... Be mine again? Or will we grow apart further or won't we meet again?