the one thing you lack babe, is the ability to string words together. i'm a writer, i'm a reader, and you're a man without anything to say. you'll never be able to get truly into my heart, because the door doesn't open up to anything but pure poetic words. you were given a voice to use, to use to sculpt love, to create worlds, and to invite yourself into my soul... not to create enough conversation so it isn't awkward.