We contain multitudes,
probably,
but all I want to contain
is you.
And I cannot fathom the happiness I would feel
if you contained me.
It is truly something inconceivable.
There is a reason for everything we do,
and my reason to continue doing what I am doing
is to,
maybe,
catch another glimpse of you.
The whole thing is painful,
really,
because I am so in awe of you.
You are amazing.
