My favorite house of mirrors…

Baby… I just want you to know…

You've pulled a straightforward man into an apparent house of mirrors.

I'm not complaining… god, I am so fucking happy to be here. And… as painful as it is, if things are as I'm slowly beginning to suspect they are… then I absolutely understand.

(I mean, fuck it, I'd be understanding anyways, but… you know)

So no, this isn't me asking for you to change—I would never do that—nor is it me complaining…

I'm just saying… when we're able to sit down and really talk about all this? Face to face?

I hope you don't mind if I have questions.

Lots of them.

But please know… they're all to help me better understand you.

Because that's what I want.

You.

I've said it before, I'll say it again:
I want you. All of you. Any you. Every you.

So, yes. Maybe I'm confused right now. Maybe I will be the rest of our lives.

But I'm ok with that.
Just so long as you keep inviting me in.

Yours, in every universe, on every plane.
Me