When did you become a guy I compared others to?
I can't shake you, and I'm not sure I want to.

My thoughts are no longer my own, you've possessed them with you words, your touch, your being.

It shouldn't be this way, but maybe this isn't something you can choose.

Why does it bother me? So what we didn't say goodnight to each other?
It doesn't matter.
Shouldn't matter.

This is why I can't get into routines like this.

Currently in readjustment mode...

This is doable.
Completely doable.

That moment when your heart just drops out of your chest. And then your stomach. And any other organ you can think of.