There's just something about you, the way that you exist, an image of true beauty and a model of true faith. There's something in your words that confesses a certain purity, somewhat of a morale that makes me wish I had your ability to turn something vile to gold. You make me rethink my small mistakes, the changes that i'd have to make, the steps that I would have to take, to repair the part of you that came unglued that has started to break. If I continue, you will be susceptable to the consequences of my pain. I could never jeaporadize your beauty for my own personal gain. ---------------------------------------- I do very muchly love Maria. She is my princess. Yet I worry that I might bring her down in the process of my mental growth. I have to be careful, to make sure it doesn't happen. My 'friends' have grown distant in the placement of pain and fallacy, but the only word i can apply to that is 'whatever'.