we will clench our own fists, hand in hand.

Do not be afraid. I love you always. All. Ways.

We are growing into change and this is good,

for it is slowly proving that which we

have always thought we know:

that

Love is a dynamic

too dynamic

to be contained.

You still know me.

I still desire to be known.

And I love you enough to hold your hand

while you clench your own fist

on the paradigm of yesterday's

tomorrows

(how much we think we knew)

But this I can promise. You-- you will never be a need.

I love you more than needs, my illustrious friend.

Infinitely more than needs.