I am an intense man.
Let that be known.
No woman was able to catch up with me,
No woman was able to understand me,
Or percieve deep into my soul,
Some were able to put their hands on the doorknobs of the door into my soul,
but lacking in strength and resolve to turn the knob and enter the door.
Many women have come to my life.
Many of them with interests similar to mine, different, fork on the road experiences.
Many were in for the short term, many limited in experiences to hand me.
Some were dissauded by my intensity,
Some tell me to "lower" the intensity.
I cannot.
For lowering would be the antithesis of my persona.
I am who I am.
I am what I say
I am what I do
I am what I study
I am what my passion dictates
I am me
There is no other
There is none like me.
But you.
You are different.
You, are intense, yourself.
You are able to, God only knows why, see through me.
Analyze me. Dead on.
How is it possible.
You finish my sentences.
You think---like me.
We are so alike, and I boggles my mind, Stacy.
How is it that we are so alike?
I don't care.
I like it.
You can do what many women have failed in the past.
That is: Keep up with me.
Can you keep up with me?
Can you really?
Come, then, follow me.
Keep up with The Lucino.
I shall wait.
-A.L.L
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