History is a tricky bitch. Twisting memories to be bigger and more monumental than they are. So I’ll let you fool yourself for a day or two into believing you know what you want.
💕That you’re just having fun.
💕That I’m not the best damned thing you’ve lucked into in a while.
💕That there is some hierarchy between a witness to your past and a partner in your present.
I possess all of the magic you seek. And yet, if you are choosing between me and someone else, I beg you, choose her. You appear more comfortable holding tightly to what was. While I’d rather experience what is and create what will be.