Take it Back You never chose to confess. Never wanted to blazon.

My living in ignorance though, may have been better. This harmless act has manifested into uncertainty. Yourself, a curio, that I want to call only mine. Sharing such a find is beyond even my own selfless nature. It has turned me into a greedy collector. Ready to pilfer, to stingily hold others away at a twelve foot long arm's length. I feel they want you too. To derogate out of my arms. To deprave our sugar glass like union. It is so fragile, eager to crack, and then be devoured by our foe chance. My only wish, is that you could take it back. April