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And life it was said was terrible...
It threw me against every obstacle with such ferocity that I did not dare to dream that I would survive. Survive I did. Thrive as well, although not as good as some. Do I seek a slave? No. Do I seek a mistress? No. What do I seek? I will never know. I would never want to know what it is my heart truly desires until she stands in front of me with a loving look, deep in her eyes. I would never want a woman to walk in front of me, my feet trimping after her, trying to find direction where, truly, there can be none. I would never walk in front of someone. I could never lead a person into a future I knew not. I am honest. That may be rare in this world, but rest assured it's lashed back at me countless times. I often wondered how a girl could walk behind me, and for how long I would expect her to be there. How many times has it happened that I turn, and she is gone? I still trust. I can't help being the being that I am. Would that I could be that person that another would look upon with such love and friendship and desire. It will happen. I'm waiting for you. Come to me, and walk by my side.
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