That's The Problem With Having

Detachment, N. Even When I Detach, I Care. You Can Be Separate From A Thing And Still Care About It.

And Still, For All The Jealously, All The Doubt, Sometimes I Will Be Struck With A Kind Of Awe That We're Together. That Someone Like Me Could Find Someone Like You --- It Renders Me Wordless. Because Surely Words Would Conspire Against Such Luck, Would Protest The Unlikelihood Of Such A Turn Of Events.

Yearning N. And Adj. At Te Core Of This Desire Is The Belief That Everything Can Be Perfect.

It Was The Most Amazing Feeling In The World. To Know That Something Right Happened, And To Know That It Had Happened Not Through Luck Or Command But Simply Because It Was Right.

I Would Always Wait To Take You Home.