Never perceived this current transition to transpire. And “You’s” have turned into “We’s.” Which is foremost shocking bearing in mind the We’re okay. The We can breathe. My “I’s,” I’ll never be so foolish again. I want to press these keys to the point that they nearly shatter, or at least tremor severely. The last time I was writing in a frequent state everything was so solitary. I didn’t mind it. Though having Her now, it’s comforting in a way I never imagined it would or could be – especially considering all my desirings were muse-ish dreams states. It feels so damn good. She’s in front of me now. She’s here. She really, really is. She’s mine. How does She exist and how am I not just romanticizing this in my mind? I have hardly written anything in the past (very almost) two years of Her mystic presence. These have been the most enchanting years of ever in my existence & I wrote fucking nothing. How could I’ve been so senseless? My rapping on this keypad is nearly blaring in volume. I want Her to ask me, almost. Just so that I can kiss Her hand or forehead, which will be the perfect degree of lukewarm. It’s hitting me that this sound is not secretive anymore. I’ve been scared to write about Her. I’ve never been so careful the way I am with Her. So considered, yet so open. How strange it is to even acknowledge.