70.

I only wanted you
to bring me the things you
love, and when you did, I
panicked and ran. And I am
sorry for that. But I am pre-programmed
to hate what you give to me.
Because you are too valuable
and I am too
afraid.
But I love the smell of your neck, and
the way your eyes look when I am
telling you something very
secret, and I love your hands and
fingers, and the way they feel against
mine. And I want you to love
the face I make when I am writing
about you, and I want you to
care about the strands of my hair
that fall on my shoulders, and the things
I say that I wish I
didn't. And I am frightened
of that.