In love, I do not wish for possession.
It is enough for me to know that my love is returned.
But because of my right eye, I don't see things peripherally, as most people do (see earlier entry). I only see what is coming head-on. Therefore, I can duck those things that come at me directly. But the things that come obliquely, they usually knock me down and send me reeling. This has happened to me more than once. First R., then B. Those collisions seem to have injured me severely. I can't seem to recover. I really wish I could. People think I am too serious. "Lighten up!" they exhort me. But I can laugh. I smile too. But I am serious. I can't "lighten up." Such is my fate.
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