I used to live my life scripted, coming up with the perfect phrase to say to the perfect person in the perfect scenario playing on repeat in my head
I would concoct the ideal setting in my head, and throw together a recipe for conversation.

1 teaspoon of charm
A cup of laughter
1/2 cup of new inside jokes
A small amount of flirtation
1/2 cup of your interests and 1/2 cup of mine
A small amount of serious topics
And then as much nonsense as you see fit

But then life slapped me in the face and made me realize that perfectly planned conversations are either boring as ****, or just couldn't be planned at all!
So I kept living my life up on a stage but it was all improvisation until you happened...
Which was awesome and great, but then my imagination marched right up to me and handed me a script and another recipe for conversation or 'disaster' as I like to call it...
And I didn't want to, I really didn't want to but with my feelings holding a gun to my head and my imagination giving me the perfect words and the perfect situation I spun together the most beautiful web of words that fit the situation I expected I would be in tomorrow, but then life stepped in and yelled "CUUUT!"
"That's real cute" Life said
"You have it all planned out in your head" Life said
"But this person won't be here tomorrow at all" Life said
"So stop living a lie and go to bed" Life said
So I'm attempting to tale life's advice, trying to put away the theater company inside my head and well...
Now I feel sorta dumb because I legit thought I'd get to say what I planned but life never works that way so... Yeah
Jokes on me, I guess...