I'm still worried about my acne at 25.
Maybe it's stress...
Or bad diet...
Or both.

I'm not tall.
And I'm not long.
Short enough to make a difference in either direction.
Knowledgeable enough to learn.
Patient enough for ease.
Willing enough to be me.

I look forward to habit,
Like a habit.

To experiment and in two turn, implement.

We can be.
We are.
And, we have been.

I anticipate this ten fold feeling
Thousands of times.

You were placed on my path for a reason.

If for this emotion and nothing else...
Then I embrace it in full for as long as it takes.
Yet if you want me to pray,
Know that I beg it to take me away.

Thanks to me for bringing myself to a place where I can say...
Thank you.

You.

One of the few lovely souls
That I was ever willing to let be a part of me.

You must come to understand
That my eyes don't work like they used to.

I see not just somebody.
I see you,
Through your beautiful stained glass windows,
To the infinite beyond.

May you relearn to look in the mirror as I see you.

Because I see you.

Only you.