It sounds like you know the feeling yet you’re not getting it. I want to distinguish my common prayer of grabbing knives and spoons v. the estimable intuition that expresses it.

Missing you doesn’t change anything. I want you to be happy but on time for signing the release pledges, availing yourself of lilac patterned backgrounds here that look like versions of cunning and mirrored parsimony canceling our love triangle — set against our similar fetishes and hiked vibes. It also helps to roll on the bed side to side.
Our alienation has been recorded and jocularly accepted. For cloying effects the sprigs you came with are picking up and the driftwood is still epigrammatic, the upside unrelated, pale, immaculate. I’ll let you off one side of the division. Yet


I’m not about to let you starve. Marry me.