Confidence can also be a deadly thing.

Too little can cripple the heart.

Too much can devour the heart.

I thank you though, for your kind words.

"_{Then why hate it? Touch is one of many senses that we have. Why not make use of it?
Perhaps I am corporeal, as you say. But you may never know until you push yourself beyond your comfort zone.
The hill is the tallest in the forest. You can see anywhere. I knew you'd come back...I figured I'd stay.
But why did you not stay further away? Your curiosity? Either way, my determination will not be swayed. If I don't have determination, I will be lost."}

_{"Not so much a fawn any longer.
If that is your true wish, I will not touch you. But I will draw as close as you will let me.
Perhaps you also like it because it is red, like a rose? Perhaps, perhaps not.
I am glad they are apparent. If they were anything but, I'd worry. I just hope someday you won't mind me sitting closer."}

_{"Only today...Nothing so important, really. It's strange. Everything seems shorter. I'm simply telling you so you don't run from me based only on my appearance.
Just thoughts. I often let them get the best of me, you know.
And roses are more than simple, R.
Solitude... I enjoy solitude myself, though perhaps less than you do?
Perhaps is much better than never."}

_{"...Maybe I shouldn't have said. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...
I can be a child again. It's...the magic...the forest?"}

_{"No. Not with that kind of reaction. Tell me what's wrong so I can fix it."}

You certainly are an experience.

I say this to many, and mean it, that I am watching.

Though here... A different sort of peculiar interest you pique. Thank you for that, intended or otherwise.

Ah, considering your chivalry and thus far exposed nature, it is certainly my pleasure. Politely, I encourage you to "keep on keepin' on," a favorite and seldom used phrase I once heard.

I've read and intuited mentions of your past, lead to as a very unpleasant sort of thing, sort of place.

I have been in the habit, good or bad I may not know, of making every effort to live in the present moment. I hold back the bias and baseness of assumptions held from past experiences and actions. That is to say, it doesn't much matter to me who you were or what you have done. Not to be rude, by all means, I am curious as they come; however, I will never let the past effect my view of you now. Not if it is not who you are, not if it does not carry through in you, as smoke lingers from a fire.

And you, my counterpart in conversation, are chivalrous to me and all others that I have seen now.

_{"I don't mind and don't worry yourself. I just hope that someday you'll tell me, even if it isn't soon."}

Ah, luckily for them I make every point not to argue. To debate, yes. To discuss, yes, but the connotations and ultimate reality of arguments does not hold with me any temptation.

All these compliments back to you, sire!

And siphoning off of your comment to the lovely A...
We await patiently.
More or less.

Your commentary toward myself leaves me searching for words.

And so, to this bit of prose, I will simply state that I most certainly agree about the aspect of patience. c: