You're so strange to me, so alien, foreign, confusing. I'm not sure I like the things you do to me, but… oddly, I don't think I can honestly say I don't like them.
Being around you is confusing, deeply confusing, yet I long to be with you always. Last night, you tugged me into your lap and wrapped your big, strong arms around me and told me to stop fighting and sit with you awhile.
I sat and listened to you talk, and what I felt was confusing. I don't know what it is or why I feel it with you, but I think I know what might be happening.
I think you're reaching inside me, I can almost feel your gentle, calloused hands sifting through my mind and body. And I think, that night you held me; I think you reached down into me and pulled something loose, and I think it was my heart.
Something was buried in me, far away, where no one could see, but I think you saw, and I think you uncovered it. I think you saved me from a self-made prison. And I'm not sure whether to thank you or curse you. I just want you to hold me.
That's the only thing I'm at all sure of anymore… I just want you to hold me, Jin, and I want you to keep digging and uncover more things like my heart with your gentle, calloused hands. But I want you to be careful, because there are a few things that I don't want anyone to find, not even you. So be careful, Jin, be very careful when you hold me, when you save me. But save me still; I think I beg it of you.