What I have certain fear of to say, is this: I think you are not alone.

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Am I not?

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I am afraid that it could be so, at least because I think about you.

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Is there something to be afraid of? Believe me, I'm not THAT hideous. At least visualy.

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I never thought about you being hideous in any way imaginable. What I was, or am, afraid of, is that there are times when being alone is desirable and my presence could disrupt exactly such a case.

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You may be sure, I never desired to be alone. And this time is not an ecception. I am just not used to being alone, this possibility frightens me as hell.

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Although I do often desire loneliness that would last for some time required to calming the maelstrom of thoughts, I admit I have never wanted to be alone, too.

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Well, the desire of loneliness which lasts for some hours or may be a day is one thing. The will to be alone all or most of the time is completely different.

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Without any doubts whatsoever it is so. And my gladness is doubled by the thought alone my presence is not an obstacle of some kind for you.

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Your presence is even more than pleasant for me.

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