Truth be told, when it comes to you and me I'm never really sure if I'm supposed to be the platform, or the train that pulls away. Forever derailed by your touch.
As a kid my parents used to apologize for my shyness. Teachers prodded me to come out of my shell. Thank you for appreciating the fact that some of us carry shelter each step of the way. And thank you for always being m(y valent)ine. Tomorrow and forever.
