“When I Tell You I Need To Be Alone, What I Mean Is I Don’t Want You To See Me Changing The Batteries On My Confidence.”

My dear,

What I mean is I don’t want you to see me running on red, always in green. What I mean is that I am mortal, I run on finite, but I will never let you know that; to you I want to remain infinite; improbable, incomprehensible, in a good way.

Falsely yours,
Buddy Wakefield