Do you feel it building in the air again? The excitement of us. The possibility of a destined love. Something bigger than both of us, planned since the beginning. Birthed through a grander love. Infinity. You and me. Us. We. I think you know, too, but we’ve been silly. These feelings, making us feel like maybe the other doesn’t feel it, too, so it’s better to hold it all in, blowing ourselves up like balloons. I’m drifting away, but the only place I want to drift is to you.















