Point Number One

Degree of the moment tells us that this what we've waited for. For so long. Is it hot or is it just me? Am I shaking? You are the centrifuge and I will orbit you until we collide. But I understand your words. Your tired eyes speak no lies, but these butterflies remain to stay. This isn't a bad thing. But there is going to be so much more. So much more. The future doesn't scare me at all, and you know nothing is like before. Take my hand and we can change together. We can evolve beyond irrationality. I am going to always lose these contests, but I can't help that. I have only cared about you since the day I met you, afterall. This is just those pieces falling into place. Some isolated jigsaw puzzle that was thought to have been pushed so far aside has arisen with such life. I thought you would come with a price but you, you forgave me. So let it be known that all we are isn't heat. But there will always be a sweat broken. Does that make sense? I'm not going to make you and you aren't going to make me, but we are going to help each other. And I think that is a blessing that we have both found. You are amazing. You need to know how I feel. You need to know how I feel.