[003] - {A weird equation}

I like it when you smile at me. I love the way your laughter sounds. Some days, I understand conceptually. But some days, it can overwhelm me.

It's not my nature to fall in, to feel what many feel and are. I cannot feel that way, I never could.

But when I think of you, there is a feeling. It's not unusual or new. But what it is - it is persistent. It's always there for me, like you.

You make me smile, make me laugh. You make me want to strive for more. To try, again, day after day. Imagine things I never could.

You make me feel loved and secure. You hear me, and I hear you, too. If you were a TV channel, I wouldn't want to switch away.

You are my favorite thing ever. And I am yours, as you tell me. I trust you, and believe you, fully. Is that not what people call love?

It is, and it's so strange to gather. The answer to a weird equation. So many variables amiss, and yet they weren't ever needed.

The answer is the same again. It's not like fairytales or others. It's not a song, it's not a poem. It's our own thing, and us together.

We make a great team. We're not perfect. And yet we try - and that's enough.

I never thought there'd be a day, when I would genuinely feel it. But it's been years, and it's persistent.

I want all of my days - to have you in them. I want to listen and complain. I want to hear the silence linger. I want to live, and live with you.