Goodbyes

I appear self-controlled and calm but I have in my depths a seething intensity of emotional energy, like the volcano of my hometown, which can erupt at any given time. My friends and those who are perceptive often can see the harnessed aggression, the immense forcefulness, magnetic intensity and people say, a strange hypnotic personality. When I talk to people, they said they like my thoughtful conversation, but sometimes my eyes are penetrating which makes my bashful companions feel naked and defenseless.

Self-discipline is what I need. I recognize some qualities in me that make me different from others. My tenacity and willpower are immense, yet I am deeply sensitive and easily moved by my emotions. When I am touched, tears flow from my eyes even when speaking in public. My sensitivity, together with my propensity for extreme interests, makes me easily hurt, quick to detect insult which arouses a ferocious anger — an emotion I find overly unpleasant.

My reasoning power is tempered by imagination and intuition which helps me penetrate the profundities beyond the average. Often my inner intensity can result to an ice-cold self-control and detachment of doctors which I wanted to be, the concentration of a researcher which I needed in my artistry, and the heroism of a soldier which image I based my life on. I know that this intensity can make me a passionate lover and a sensually energetic person. To me, when I love and when I am one with the one I love, the bond is a sacrament: an outward and visible sign of an intense spirituality. I could be a star-crossed lover who throws all his cares away.