I don't have a metaphoric way of expressing how I feel tonight. So I won't try.

I won't try to describe a love I'll never know, nor maximize the mere encounters I mistaked it as.

It's quite ridiculous now that I think about it. All these writings about these people that don't consider themselves lucky to have had me. I won't try to prove to them that I'm worth the appreciation. I'll just sit here thinking of Augustus Waters.

*I love her. I am so lucky to love her.