You're aware of a certain habit of doing things, right? Doing things with care. I can't really explain it, but it seems to me to be a space in the flow of events through my head. A place where I sit when I'm doing something carefully. Everything I do on a motorcycle is with some amount of care. I guess you could say it's the next best thing to deliberate. But when I'm banked over, my head angled through the corner, and I'm staring, mesmerized by the sight of it, deliberate seems a little bit out of place.
It's been eating away at me for the past day, but it only now just came to me.
I'm a great fool, and I'm crazy and driven. I don't know about the way I live and I'm totally unsure, even when I am. It's gonna take a lot to say this, but I want you to know I'm sorry for bringing any more storms into your life than there are already. I don't wish to weigh you down. Just as you rode easily right behind me for a short time, I have no fear when I stand close to you for a while, 避雷針. I love you and you know, that I want you to and I know that you will do whatever it takes to be happy.
Everything else, well...all of it came from the same place--
where this adventure began.
Love, joy, and admiration,
-T.
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