I live my life between being loved or being know.
Wishing the two were one.
To be loved is a wave rushing past the shoreline;
filling every void.
To be known is an ache, that never goes away.
Now that you love me, are you afraid to know me?
Will distance tell you what your heart refuses to see?
You're too close to me, my love.
You' re missing everything.
- Lang Leav