It Is Just Too Sprightly, To Be Stopped. For Instance, This Forbidden Longing For More Than The Middling Camaraderie. Maybe I'm Immodest, Even Precocious, But God Please I Hope We Don't Develop Any Distance By My Preposterousness, And I Hope We Fall In Love With The Universe. With Each Other. And With Ourselves. Though I'm Quite Smitten With You, For Months Now, An Ephemeral Relationships Will Envy Us, Even When No Attention Is Paid, With All The Devotion We Have For Each Other. You Make Me Idyllic, Desire To Write To You With Everything I Have, Not Just A Show Off But Instead, A Glimpse Of My Emotions And Soul.