What I am with you is comfortable, content in a state of knowing and not knowing. I know that you love me, I do not know how deeply that love goes or how brightly it's fire burns. I analyze every word you say and each gesture you make, I am trying to blindly assume what you will do next but you continuously suprise me, though I can not differentiate between whether these suprises are good or bad. Black and white. There can never be a gray with you because we can never find a balance. We are all the way, inhibitionless and filled with passion or desolate and distance. As much as I say I will not wait, I will, until the end of time.