Let me tell you the story of how we slowly began to learn about one another in stolen moments of rushed conversation.  Let me tell you how bad you were for my work ethic, because I would find reasons to escape my area just to “happen” by yours.  And let me tell you how disappointed I was whenever you weren’t there.  Let me tell you about how happy I was when I discovered we have the same ******-up sense of humor, and how I loved that we could be awkward together without it being awkward at all.  Let me tell you about us discussing music and bands and the one time you walked up behind me and asked me a question about my taste in music and honestly, to this very day, that moment still takes my breath away because my whole world just stopped.  And let me tell you how, in that moment, I knew-oh baby, did I know, that I had fallen harder than I ever thought possible.  Let me tell you how you made me feel that romantic movie moment when I had called it all ******* before.  Let me tell you how my days began to revolve around sneaking in quick bits of conversation with you, and how everyone around us began to see I was falling hopelessly in love with you-more and more every day.

Let me tell you the story of our serendipitous meeting, when we had been working not too far from each other for months but only just met.  Let me tell you about how I was slacking off because I was bored of work, and tired of life in general.  Let me tell you about how meeting you literally saved my life, for I had already made the plans and set the groundwork-my decision made long before and solidified more every day.  Let me tell you about how you walked up oh so casually as I was talking to a mutual friend.  And baby, let me tell you how I thought you were pretty freaking cute, and how I was so nervous and excited when you joined in our conversation.  But let me tell you also how I showed myself to you from that very first meeting and you accepted all of me wholeheartedly.  Because, let me tell you, I was at my very worst in those moments.  And let me tell you how I walked away from that meeting with a genuine smile on my face, the first in years.

We all come from broken homes.
In our own way we are each 
shattered pieces. 
Remember though,
mosaics are made 
from broken pieces
and they are still works of art. 
The key, I think,
is to find the artist
who can help you
fit your fragments together
into the masterpiece
you are meant to be.

My being aches for the rhythmic caress of your chest pressing solidly against mine in that most intimate of dances.

On occasion I'll look over
only to find you already gazing
right back at me.

"What are you looking at?"
                                 I'll question,
getting shy under your gaze,
afraid your scrutiny will unveil
all the flaws I hope you never see.

You always say something most
flattering in return, such as,
          "only the most beautiful girl
                       in all the world."

And sometimes,
                 sometimes,
you'll ask me,
                "why are you so beautiful?"
And I always,
                always
reply back,
               "for you, sir."

And it's true, for you see,
       it seems I have fallen
                quite
         madly
                      in
             love
                with you, my sir.

I've searched for the meaning of life,
oh darling, have I searched. 
Years have passed as I've tried
every method I could find,
                                                             little
things and large gestures of
madness meant to bring about
some iota of worth. Ah, darling, I
                                                               did
everything I thought could sponsor
happiness. I searched for significance
in the bottoms of bottles, though all
                                                                    I 
ever found there was yet more
emptiness. That didn't keep me from
trying over and again. I wanted to
                                                           know
that my life was important, but
felt ever more worthless the more
I searched. Every approach
                                                                 I'd
attempted brought me ever closer
to nothingness. In searching for 
the true essence of life instead I'd 
                                                              find
inconsequence, meaninglessness. 
Oh, but I tried, darling. I sought
out every drug I could, trying
to free my mind from itself. But
                                                                   it
never succeeded. No matter how
many formulated chemicals 
slid down my throat or up my nose,
I only became momentarily numb. 
None brought any true peace to
my life, took me even a bit closer 
                                                                  in
my quest for value. Determined,
I decided I would cut the meaning
out, bleed it from myself. Digging
deep within my veins brought me
                                                                   a
convenient comfort, but even that
was short-lived. Oh darling, did
I tire of searching. You see, I 
had given up my crusade until
that moment, darling, I saw you
                                                           smile.