Maybe it is a mental deficiency I posses that allows my mind to go off on romantic tangents. These thoughts fall easily from my fingers when I think of her and how important she is to me, allowing me to be part of her life. I want to share all my thoughts with her as she has with me. My only fear is to be perceived by her as a crazy man because I do not express myself like others and I talk with emotion and in a way ancient and unfamiliar to those who are not part of me. It is her which brings this man into the light where he eagerly splays all of what is important to his being before onlookers like precious stones brought to market only to be given away. With her in my life I am different than I was; I am better than I could have ever been without ever knowing her. This part of me belongs to her; she is part creator and part catalyst of a freed soul possessed by a man still bound to the rules set forth by hypocrisy. When I am with her it is the only time I truly feel free; with her I am not known to others; she brings forth what is buried within me granting me my freedom if only for the short time we can be together. I am selfish with this time like a child with a new favorite toy to be shared with no one. During these instances time is not our friend it changes and compresses to intervals not measurable by any means. Spans of time so diminutive, days feel like minutes and the hours are nothing more than fleeting seconds. When I am with her I watch the clock hoping to slow the passing of time to no avail time is taken from us and I become lost to her. I felt the time needed for us to interact was being taken from us by influences outside my control putting me on guard thinking I could protect the little time given to us. We were a two person army defending something unable to be held or controlled by anyone yet our energies were expended in doing so.