The loss, of being displaced in a dilemma if detachment is the best solution to this. You are painted before me like a dream comprising of innocence and joy in purest form. You aren't perfect, like all others, but you're certainly and absolutely, far nearer to perfection than I'll ever be. There is more that is required to meet the criteria for necessity. Still, this lingering inhibition is worrying my clouding mind and heart. Time, will indeed prove multitudes of what has been spoken.

But until then, I do like you, so much. This much is true and knowingly acknowledged.