For the one who doesn’t know, I need you to know that I don’t know myself. There is so much under contemplation with us; there is so much to consider. Could I be fair to you? Could I love you the way you deserve. I know that I cannot answer this question with out giving up all that I hold dear. And I know it’s not fair to put you through this. I suppose I couldn’t take much of this myself. It is unfair of me to expect that from you. But you should know I am unfair to most. I am only good in heart break. I am not sure if I am any use for much more. I just want you to know that you’ve actually meant something to me. You’re not someone that I deem as expendable, rather that of a diamond. Like a diamond I rarely put you to use. I know that sounds insensitive, but I hope you can forgive me. I don’t know how to put it to words, even though I consider this my craft. Though I seem to know it all, I am like an infant who needs the constant guidance from his mother. I ask the best from you, without giving you the best from me. I am sorry. I’m sure we’ll find out if my apology is needed.