A Glass of Freedom

I raised the glass to my lips. It tasted like freedom. Freedom from the day's troubles. From my overactive mind. I offered you the glass. I wondered what sort of freedom you tasted.

When it's just the two of us, I try to remember - too much freedom can be disastrous.

Sometimes, I think you enjoy freedom even more than I do. What does that mean?

I do like tasting freedom with you. But my mind on freedom is a dangerous place. So many pitfalls.

There are times when freedom brings me to tears. You don't like this.

There are times when freedom brings me to hysterical anger. You like this even less.

There are times when freedom brings me to shed my inhibitions. You love this.

So here we are, tasting freedom again. Where will tonight's journey take us? Do you know how close I am to offering you true freedom? Freedom from our relationship? You probably don't. But I do.

Will I have the freedom to tell you?