I want to live in peace. Oh no baby, not that kind of peace where there is no actual war where people use the weapons to seriously kill somebody and blood and death and tears and pain. I want perfect peace. A house and nature, and only me with nature, and songs and sound of the earth, and sunshine and cold rain with hot beverages, and sad poems and fun stories, and board games and horror movies. And it goes with absolute freedom. But darling, what am I trying to fight for? There isn't even peace inside of me.
God's sake, I can't put my mind to work when I love you. The system is not working, and suddenly I've become open-minded . The age gap just DOES NOT MATTER. And if there's any problem that you're blaming yourself for, just remember that you blocked my ability to THINK CLEAR , and that's your ONLY FAULT.