Tell me who I am. (29)

He believes me. But that is nothing new. He always did because I was a rule follower. I played by the rules he understood. But there are new rules now, ones he doesn't know yet. He'll learn. Just as I'm learning.

Maybe there was no one way to define it. Maybe there were as many shades of love as the blues of the sky.

I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.

But I am more than a name. More than they tell me

When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .