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