Good day Gosiame,
Many consider the broad strokes on wide grins the epitaph of love. My misadventures have the pessimist within eager to press this home. I still quietly revel at the stolen few, for the current days and status like demeanours that determine our life’s compatibilities have them reduced to but an air of myth. Urban legend if you will.  Happiness was foretold and so it shall be but happiness also resides comfortably within conflict. The many contradictions that define the needs and wants of the heart offer up the best versions of such. Happiness does if anything represent a worthwhile attempt at those grins, thus the reluctant pursuit.
I wanted you when you barely knew I existed but still I could illicit some pearly whites, my maths seemed flawed…
The heart is a destructive tool but remains the bravest of all organs and thus the most important. We do battle for matters that affect it. We challenge all reason and enter debate with our fears for the heart. A tentative approach is the most convenient vice but involve the imaginarium and the possibility of a mind without realms, you notice that it’s far from just a solitary foot in.
The world understands us not. It was never designed to. In all its materialistic glory, ours is a matter that comes unbound and again your grins have my nature ever more complicit. I should tell you to quit it because you ruin me, but the possibilities of having you even attempt to put me back together with that unassuming glance you possess…
See it’s hope that marks my inability to string anything past the outwardly curl and partial lift at the ends of your mouth. Someday, one day soon I might yet hold all rights and the good fortune of that moment your checks swell up, eyes half flutter and your sincerity bursts through. That moment when you stop time and in staring you on I am front and centre to all that matters at that particular moment. Your blessings never cease
Regards,
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