My peace is gone,
-My heart is sore-
I'll find it, ah, never,
No, nevermore!
When he is not near,
My grave is here;
My world is all
Turned into gall.
My poor, poor head
Is all a-craze,
And my poor wits
All in a maze.
My peace is gone,
-My heart is sore-
I'll find it, ah, never,
No, nevermore!
[Goethe's Faust - Gretchen - Gretchen's Room]
What if I let go of you, once and for all?
What if I realise later that you've been loving me all the time, but never told me?
On the one hand I think that I should tell you - so that you know that there is more and that I am hurting so much that it makes it so much harder to live life to the full, as loving you drives me completely crazy...
On the other hand, I'm scared to death. Too scared to tell you. I don't want to lose you. No! By no means!
