Wakeful nerves drum in syncopation with the mixtape of your thoughts. Long stopped working lucidity's threats of dire consequence that misery lies in waiting if I keep up with this vexatious resolve. You're the reel that has come undone from its spool in my cassette. Maybe from having pressed rewind one too many times but darling, if this were ever a misstep, then you were my intentional mistake and I'll confess to no qualms. Taken in by acumen so charmingly possessed, what blows away my mind every single time is how the goodness you inhabit is so scarce. There is no other that comes close to your brilliance, or rather, no one I'd care to want. Percolating into the dreams with each letter written, you are becoming the song in my every dance and, were we to become adrift, be in a span of a month or shy of eternity, you'll still be the one who ever held the might to break apart this reticent heart.