"Give me some time, I just need a little time. I am familiar with the feeling of the heart inside of you pounding, pounding in a way that makes the physical you move, almost dance, this fearsome dance. I am aware of that the person in me only gives fine words - all of which are deserved; however, realization has occured on the fact that they are not enough-- My capacities, my potentials, I know are capable of giving you hills to run freely on, and everything in the power to give, that is possible for the human kind. The person supposing to do that is somewhat vulgarly shy - not shy if she was to be sure that an affection was mutual, but shy - do to the new fear of the thing that is this. This is my mountain. I do not know the way to climb it. I wish for signs on the road up. Signs for the way to climb further along this strange way that has opened, in the newest direction. The goal - what is the goal? Maybe, it is flowers, maybe the simple satisfaction of the mind. Let me be aware of it, if it is so that this road is not for passing. You are my mountain."