Some times I think maybe, just maybe, you would accept me for me, you do your thing, I just come home from a long days work and just stare at each other and say nothing. Heck maybe open a coffee shop. Or wait, like a falafel house with plants and the first song we play every morning would be "Karma Police."
Maybe I am Robert Baratheoning it...maybe I am just delusional...regardless the thought of you makes me happy...and I am sure that will never change. —Paranoid android