I was always such an easy kill when it came to you. Talk of eyes and a future unseen and untouched, like heat to feelings that I wanted so badly to freeze away. I wanted them to stay frozen away in some hidden place where no one, not even myself, would be able to uncover the secrets. Secrets refuse to stay out of sight, much less out of my mind. They all say I’ve certainly gone out of my mind in this search for some level of certainty. That certainty is so elusive these days, these nights. The only thing I am sure of is that sureness will come sometime later, but certainly not now. It’s funny how I am nervous still, even now. Funny how I cannot turn off how I feel. I can’t help it baby, this is who I am. Seems like we always knew each other--but never could quite be ourselves. Is it because of these unsupportive circumstances? Or is it because of circumstantial lack of support? Will support truly be that swayed by our situation? I hope not. I hope in things that I am denied and things I am discouraged from. Discouragement, it only encourages me more. Such a slow fade; I just can’t walk away.