And that is it. There is still nothing else to say. No easy breaks. No sweet excuses. I might return and hold you; I am might return to my old ways and smile. But for now I am enjoying this strangely appealing selfish version of me. I am taking my time and I am taking it slow. Who knows, I might be waiting for you to prove me wrong, to surprise me with some out of the blue delightful small little nothing. One thing is sure I am not putting the stress on me.