Always this reticent heart
trying to retreat into itself,
Always this doubt when it comes
to loving, being loved.
Life is happening too fast,
too soon, how do you get a
grip on it? You are accustomed
to life moving slowly, all you
wanted was to write and have
a house by the sea; but what
I have now holding in the palm
of my hands, this terrible beauty
you and I, this bewildering
transition in my life and
here I am asking myself-
Is this the life you wanted?
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