No, not you, you
I fucking love you because you’re perfect. Absolute perfection. Your flaws were hand crafted by the lord himself to make you believe you are like us. But you aren’t. And you hate it when we say that, because its true, and you know it. Shhh. I hear what you are thinking. Relax. This isn’t about you. No not you, you. I miss you, because you are comfort. You are peace you are serenity. You balance my madness, calm my anger, ease my tension, warm my soul. No not you, you! You humble me with inspiration. I strive to think like you, I want your reason, I need your logic. I need your love, so I will gladly take you however I can have you. Don’t be mad if you happen to read this. I had to write it. Don’t question me about it, its not about you. No it’s not you, but you.