How did it ever come to be that you, yes you, are filled with quite so many variations? You are You, clearly, when I cannot help but whisper out ‘I love You.’ But but then again you are She when truth and excitement sink their hooks into each other and I once again cannot help but say aloud ‘She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.’ She and You but also Her for we both know there are times my lips run away with themselves and I watch helplessly as the phrase ‘Because I love Her,’ dances out of my mouth and scatters into the night air. Somedays and by somedays I mean all days you are also the better half of We, maybe the W maybe the E when I stumble over the sentence through shaking lips ‘We will be fine.’ On top of it all and standing proudest you are also I because you demand and earn and deserve my utmost respect and attention whenever you look at me and say ‘I love only you.’ Whatever form whatever variation you might choose or that might choose you I think that my favorite is when your skin finds my skin and we finally become Us.