Perhaps.

Perhaps I am misunderstood.  Perhaps I am actually no good.  Perhaps, I have given all that I can give.  Perhaps, I have never begun to live.  I don’t know.  However, I do know that I have been doing the same thing for a very long time with the expectation of something different.  I have danced between passion, apathy, silence, and indifference.  I have inspired, and I have also turned away.  I have wasted, and I have mastered every second of every minute of every hour in one day.  I have loved and lost and loved and lost again.  I have given time to those who have no time for me in hopes of becoming true friends.  I have purchased, and I have sold.  I have smiled as though the sun belongs to me while the blood in my heart seemed to run cold.  I have made love so sensationally that my bed has shown me gratitude.  I have been in the presence of the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and not been in the mood.  I have wanted to live, and I have have wanted to die.  I have chosen to smile when I really wanted to cry.  I have pushed and I have pulled, and I have pulled when I didn’t have the strength to push.  I have forgiven and tried again even though I knew the situation was no good.  I have shunned the hands of lovers because I have craved a single touch.  It didn’t matter that our days had turned to nights because our passion was never too much.  Our Summer turned to Winter, and it seems that our Winter is slowly becoming Spring.  Perhaps, after all this time, this really is our thing.  Even though this is Act 10 and the beginning of Scene 1, making it through this may mean that you actually are the one.  I am so afraid of being hurt again, but I’ll risk my deepest pain for my greatest joy.  In the end, I think that it’s worth it.  Patrick

As always, this week, please do something for someone else for no other reason than to make their lives better.  If you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us.  To those of you who have questions, remember, nothing real can ever be broken….

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