Assorted random randomness

I probably (definitely) shouldn't be writing to you right now… It's not even the alcohol (I mean… it isn't not that, either…), I'm just… I dunno. Feeling raw right now. But, I mean, that's the expected affect of hair metal… right? lol.

The show was “mid” anyways. We didn't even stick through the whole thing. Too much Ratt and Kiss, not enough Ozzy. Though, their cover of Crazy Train was pretty epic.

I dunno, ⭐️. I've got a lot on my mind tonight, and jokes aside, none of it has anything at all to do with a mediocre concert.

I mean, I guess for starts I just miss you. Why can't we just, like, you know, talk, like, just whenever? Why does there have to be some reason, some excuse? Why is my access to your thoughts, your voice, limited by some dumb societal standards that I'm not even completely sure I subscribe to? I mean, toss away all of the (very real) very inappropriate ways I'd like to interact with you and just turn it into a purely platonic friendship (lol, as if) and we still wouldn't be “allowed” to talk much, would we? But why? Why? Why can't I just frickin' call you up any time I feel like talking to you and just… chat? I mean I think we've both amply demonstrated that we can both keep our respective things in our respective pants. Whether we want to or not. Because I'm about 150% certain neither of us want to and yet we both do, lol.

I guess all of this is to say that I miss the ever living fucking shit out of you. Sorry to be crass, but fuck, man. This is getting harder, not easier.

sigh

Aw, fuck. Whatever. I love you, ⭐️. I just love you. So much. I never thought I'd be here, and yet here I am. You are… so… just… like… frickin' everything. It's nowhere near as clever to say as I'd like to think it is, but you are my dream come true… coming true. If I just can find a freakin' way to you…

God. You have no idea how badly I long to know what's going on inside that beautiful head of yours. How are you even doing? Are you doing ok? Can I do anything for you… at all?

I want to be there for you. I want to do everything for you. I want to be your rock. But for now… how about this compromise? I think there are definitely areas where I need improvement, but… I think… I hope… I desperately hope that one thing I've been good at, if nothing else, is making you feel beautiful and loved. You are both. You are…

It's as if the gods distilled the very concept of beauty in its purest form, and then poured it all into the vessel that is you, to make the idealized form, the perfect being. A truth so universal that it has always been the case, and it always will be the case, no matter what. You are beauty, personified. Every curve, every line… even any new ones that you might hate… only enhancing it, only making you all the more beautiful. And making this universe that much more beautiful and worthwhile, for having you in it. And it's not only the surface, my love. Your heart is truly a thing of beauty, too. A symbol, a beacon. A goal we should all of us strive for.

God, I am so in love with you. You have no idea. None. None at all. I love you. I am so in love with you. I am love for you. I am love of you. I am, and you are, and we are, together, love.

Love.

I love you, ⭐️. I do. I really, really do…

sigh

Stopping now while I'm ahead. Hah! lol. Far, far too late for that… But, whatever.

⭐️, I love you. And I am yours.