Taking Care of Fine China
My melancholy is like a bull in a China shop. The incursion of cortisol gives rise to my malady, causing my amygdala to enlarge. This governs both my energy levels and my faculty to control my emotional retorts. I am obstreperous—moreover, I am caustic which makes me the hardest man to love.
Friendships and courtships for me always proved most difficult. I never possessed the softest of touches which is what I needed to properly care for my most prized heirlooms. Because of these such facts scourge chipped away at every man’s fortitude and understanding in due course.
I’ve become weary of it myself. This droll burlesque of sanity brought forth no applause.
Isolating myself from this mortal coil meant amity never had a chance to endure. Nary a person up until recently ably weathered this storm. And certainly, a storm I am. Day in and out I broke the most fragile ties of support. The gluing back together to which was broken proved itself to be knackering.
I suppose they thought me to be mad— friends, it was only through my honesty within my drunkenness and being thought to be aloof that caused them to head for the hills. I’m best left kicked into the long grass. I had naught a thing to offer any soul anyhow. I convinced myself of this perceived verity. Alas, I had hardly a thing to offer myself…
Then it came to pass. I met Edwin, who is the epitome of splendor. He possessed the most beauteous of hearts. Worth more than gold, his kindness too makes him fine. And the love he still has for a man such as I…well, it most assuredly makes him the most precious of all treasures.
I will forever see myself as undeserving for the likes of him.
Doing my best to chase him away, he remained steadfast. We passed through such trials and tribulations that should have long ago torn us asunder. Yet here he remains still.
I do not fancy that he should remain here on sufferance. Instead, I fear keeping him too close to me will be his ruination…
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