i wonder if you are the you i know, to everyone.
how i hate to start doubting your sweet little gestures along the way.
yet.
what to make of the hug.
your parting with a possession.
the call in the rainy walk back home.
the wait by the bench after rehearsal.
late nights of stars, suns and rainbows with
words and thoughts that mean so much.
things has been moving fast.
perhaps too fast.
the rational side of me alerted a need to self-protect.
please let me know. somehow.
that i am not just one of the rest in your world.
