Can you tell me what it’s like to be in love?
Not in a mythos said prose. No gilded ledgers. I want to know what your happy is. I want to see it, so I don’t have to be angry at anyone anymore when the joy triumphs contempt. For you, to verbalize it, put a place for it, so you know for who you love …you stop being lost when it’s really there.

Or are you still full of shit like me?