Instead of investing your time reading thick calculus books why open the stitches of my skin and smell the bare flesh and blood that existed primarily because it was lonely. Instead of studying a cell wall under the microscope, you should have tried to locate where I was behind the walls that I carelessly built. Instead of fixing someone’s car, come home fast and see why I broke down and be acquainted with the beating my heart, at least listen to it once in awhile like an old radio playing on repeat, your voice is the only track in my tape and your existence is the miracle of a thousand years.
Yes, this is the extremes. Welcome to my love.