Even in Arcadia, I worry.
Even in Arcadia, I love.
Even in Arcadia, I am me but not always, not forever. All anyone can do is grow and change. If not, they will face the chance of those around them. Of life slipping from underneath them.
I know how you feel. I know who you are. Who you believe yourself to be. I’d like to think I know. For who ever that person is, I’d like to be ready. Ready not only for me, but for you.
I will always be here. You know where I am.