Closing my eyes, I see small bits and point of simple nothings making a pattern in my head. Every part of ever being here was completely unplanned.

At no point in my uneventful existence had I ever stopped and thought, You.

I suppose thats the glory of it all. The fact that I never even had the slightest notion of meeting you, yet it still happened.

And I don't know If your my somebody, but I do know that your are somebody.

Does that make sense?

I suppose it doesn't matter if it does or not, if jumbled my words so much around you that I guess you ought to be used to it.

So I don't know, and I'm amazed and oddly surprised that I don't know.