Forever January

I try to think simply. I try to tone down the shades of grey in my world — to go back to black and white. And I try — try, try, try so very hard — to not fall for people.

It’s almost with a heavy heart that I can say I’ve succeeded at that. I’ve simply got this heart of mine wrapped up in so much vine and sinew that no one can break through. She’s a fortress in her own right. Such romantic notions as making love don’t seem to exist any more.

Maybe, deep down, I just don’t want anyone to break what little heart I have left. The old girl has been through a lot — she’s a little tired and scarred.

I can sing all the love sings possible, try and create images of romance and adoration in my mind. And yet, simply, I like you. I like being around you. And I didn’t want to leave.

But I’ll never be in love with you. I could never give you what little heart I have left.

Simply, I hope you understand.