i know you really think you’re nothing much, but you don’t know how fast my heart starts beating when you walk into the room with those maroon shorts and tee shirt looking as comfortable as if this were your home – oh, wait – you don’t think you’re special but i’ve always been crazed over you, there are no excuses for the things we’ve done all in the name of love for me and all in the name of preservation for you, we want to live through this, we have to get through this, we have to remember we’re still the same lovers who met by chance or fate or pure luck but which kind, we ask, which kind?