there are things you can't keep to yourself.

Like these four small (but enormous) sentences of an email that came my way:

"but you make me worry. and for some reason
i go with it. you give me a feeling of worry
that i hate. but you give me a feeling of joy
that i can't get any where else."

(I mentioned in an earlier post that I'd touch upon the love thing often.) Happy "it's almost over" Monday!