rationally, i know that you'd gone to boone to have lunch with your parents, but the irrational part screamed out that you'd gone for good, snuck off while i was asleep and dreaming of you.

i need to learn how to stuff imaginary socks in my irrational self's imaginary mouth.

you sleep beside me so many nights, though i am sick and soon will make you the same again. you hold me and love me, despite who i was before. you love me no matter what, unconditionally and without bounds.

i have never felt so free as i do when i'm with you.

there is a tiny white light inside me i didn't have before i had you.

you have introduced me to my soul.

i never wanted a big house in santa monica with a big room full of guitars, not really. now all i want is you.

do i change you? introduce you to parts of yourself you didn't know were there?