Sometimes, it just feels like there’s electricity running through the air around us, then our bodies. And then everything lights up when we kiss. I may be not the best “me” most of the time, coming in fits and feverish madness and being silly with weird faces and quirks (but you always have the better, bigger quirks). I’m sorry I’ve hurt you, intentionally and unintentionally (cutting through you like a knife)—but I love you and I’m lucky to be with you. I’m shell-shocked that I would want anyone like this—used to being just on my own. I want you so much forever and I’ll want you more.