You know I am talking to you directly.
You know I love you just as you are. I don't want you to change or become my image of you. You are what I have snagged on. Just you. No amendments. Sometimes I make it difficult for you to know this because I am skipping from thought to thought. The real world is sinking and I am drowning here alone without something solid to hold onto. I hold onto my idea of you, and, in my panic, I become confused.
But really it is you without adjustments. I am so glad of you.