i like to wrap myself in the hallucination of your entity because i have to allege our vow of no concrete evidence. we are not even made of concrete but everything gyrates around this phenomenon.
you know, sometimes i look at you and i really don’t see an end; i suppose in many ways this defines captivation. no one’s ever cared enough for the details of my nervous habits. not even my awkward habits. i do not believe we are each others’ soul mates, but i’m blessed to exercise my right to amplify this happiness around you.
and besides, it’s my birthday.