I want to unravel you.

You, with the different textures 

of yarn all messily balled into 

a sphere. 

There's a part of me that entertains the fanciful idea of a whimsy sort of romance. A romance that merely throws monotony in the wind. One that would jump into a simple life of lush vineyards in the country side of France.  A romance of wine, cheese, cigarette's, reading, fishing, boat rides, bike rides, and making love. A life of simple pleasures that burns the soul and leaves me trembling in it's wake.

Romance... fanciful shit.

Time

I, most assuredly, need time.

I lack experience in the dating department,

so, please be patient with me.