Easy, it is?
For you, Ambar, easy it is, to promise to sit through my silence, but what if you get weary? Seeing the scars, easy enough! Being with them, a frightening prospect. Then, there is the question! What do I have to offer to you, Ambar? No peace without agony, endless hopes, unyielding honesty, little solace and only a silent comfort of heartful love. Ambar! This is utter chaos, not the butterfly kind, its not even close. The moon's scars you accept, sure! But have you seen its dark side? Its there, ever present, reminder of the whole. For, my desire to be loved, Ambar, not near as much to see you unscarred, see you content, filled with joyful times. Although, my duality daunts me, virtuous, it is, to see you blessed. Contrarian me may decide someday, that all I said, till now is not worth enduring. You, Ambar, must not let me go that path. Easy, it is, to ask of you such things, but, you must, n...
