Pitter patter goes the heart

The only thing that keeps me from him is our religions. He is embedded in his and I in mine. We can admire one another from where we are but neither will move to the other's world. Perhaps I would have a year ago, but not now. What's mine is too hard fought to give up for that which I do not truly believe.

Well, that and he's a Texan. A thoughtful, generous, honorable Texan, but one in Texas nonetheless. I would only go to Texas after a lobotomy. (At least I'm honest?)

I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by.