I am overcome with a profound saddness

Hello, my name is Joe. I love sipping some Earl Grey in the comfort of my own private library while a roaring fire burns in the flagstone fireplace as a light morning snow falls to the Earth.

Anonymous asked: Dear person you like.

I’m sorry I hurt you. I hope we can start again, a clean slate. And I hope you know that you mean more to me than you realize. I don’t understand your motives of late, but I’m sure we can talk about it and figure it out. I just don’t want to be hurt again. Please.

Please.

J’aime.

I don’t want to be played. I want to open up, and live as I’ve never lived before.