I'm exhausted by my slow surrender. Perhaps if I resisted I wouldn't feel this tired. Perhaps if I don't open my eyes I'll be okay. Perhaps she's waiting for me behind my closed eyes, waiting in the illumined corners of a broken heart. Perhaps then I can say those things I neglected to say. Perhaps then I can give her a pelican made of silver...

I surrendered too easily...And now I'm left with one regret...to let her forget me...