He believes in patterns and numbers; That everything is calculated From the way a person walk To the waves of the ocean Even if it seemed random It actually isn't But then he looked at me and said "maybe not everything" He laughs and turns around Trying to balance himself On the big rocks by the seashore "You contradict my beliefs And maybe that's why I love you Because you're beyond the rules" I told him that maybe Just maybe, not everything is calculated And that it has to be a mystery Because till this day I never fully understood him And it led to more questions Than answers