I wanted to highlight this poem, undo it, and select every word again. You have this way of twisting a situation open, taking its elements, and carving its image with depth and dexterity. Now we can all understand it better, pause, look, contemplate.

When I have hidden myself, it has often been for preservation. I wasn't ready to go out and face the world. My view on love is also different from most (on the surface, at least) and it takes a while to disentangle myself from its intensity. Because 'me' as I existed before, don't do so anymore.