As I do propose that in my critical subconscious you have shattered the lines finely composed within the fabrics of my skin and bones. However, in the sense of making friends, I had you by the hand foreshadowed at a time when even your heart was not wholly vacant. Further from that point in the timeline, 17 years since my birth, you had triggered your curiosity; your finger horrendously excited to see where it could lead us as a twosome. Our mutual friend had made a false reality of his sense of he and I which distracted you from the critical point of your infatuation. You contemplated upon the idea that I had been made an allusion and that you did not, in fact, have proof to hypothesize about which character had been true to mine. Consequently, you acted upon this realization and, without regret, went forth to present yourself and your adoration of and to myself. I cannot express to the true extent of my gratefulness to the simple perception that you had been able to form your own opinion and use your own ideas to postulate your decision on who I could be. I'm miserably infatuated with you upon the series of events sequential to this occurrence. Do not stray, for I have let you in and have minimal intention of letting you back out within an admirable amount of time.