You tell her that giving her heart to you might be a calculated risk. You explain that you’re not trying to turn over a new leaf, but you are demythologizing yourself. You remind her that you are impossible to classify; an enigma yes, but not a derelict, nor a vagabond or a victim.
She asks, “are you a person that should be hailed and applauded for the things you have done, or put down and called dirty names” you really don’t know. But you do want her to know — what she’s getting into.
She’s thinking of falling in love with you, but she knows you’re not most men. She thinks you have always been different, a strange duck, mad as a hatter, a dishrag, but you’ve never been not all there.
You sometimes think you are getting ahead of yourself — giving an explanation to someone who’s never asked for one
Life, life and more life! 