You always say all these: that you don’t want or need someone to love, or for someone to love you back, because maybe the love you find in a relationship is overrated, destructive, and selfish. It is. But that of which I can love is beneath the pools of our rotting emotions. Swim through that and we’ll find each other at the ends. That of which I can love is down the tumbling hole of truth and lies. Kiss me and we’ll find that reality really doesn’t matter.

How can I love the twinkle in your eyes without loving your ability to lie? In the cold of the winter, I always landed in your arms as I ran down the stairs. Whether you meant it or not, I’m sure we were playing the same game.