First- I have just realised why we cannot work this out.
Second- Nothing seems to make things right, does it?
First- We are so naive. There is no compromise in love. You cannot mould it, shape it, or organise it There is no tailoring, adapting or conceding- Contolling love is the same as cramming air into a sieve.
- So, now you understand why I can be your lover, but I will never be your friend.
Second - I will try to do the math.
(Gerry Aldridge ©2017)