Best believe, no one couldn't cure me if they tried, because I've been too comfortable hiding as much as I like. But.... Since you came, I had the strangest feeling of this weight off my chest. My hopes are blossoming again. My days are so much calmer.  It's nice, so nice I don't care if it was only a comforting lie, I still want to believe it. The idea of the slope of snowy mountain passage, and tall, shivering stands of green fir trees, and a vast spread of forest don't really terrified me anymore. The setting sun painted the snow-capped mountains in vivid shades of pink, violet and orange, bright as fire, like I could breathe again. My mind clear as shadows. I've found the two-way telephone that speak the same language. I'd no longer feel the need to pressure myself broken every part of me trying to fit into that pretty, perfect mold. I was half myself before, now I feel so complete. All the things you did to try to win my love, how did that happen? Are y