I wanted to talk about you yesterday. About how I chuckle at your stupidity, how I wonder if it could ever be captured by the strength of a black and white lens, how it is amazing how that picture clicks in my breath.

It just didn't seem right. I have me and you have you, how content do I feel even without you in it, and you should feel overwhelmed by the idea of me and how impossibly appealing it may seem that this object could be seen as...yours.

It just becomes inevitable for us.