IX. everytime i see you walking in a crowd of people, i don’t see anyone else but you – even if what you’re wearing that day is a very ugly shirt. even if i pass by and pretend to be too stoned to notice you, i really am very happy to see you. my friends say that you’re really no good for me at all, but there’s something about you that makes me all strange and giddy inside. i lay in the grass at midnight and think about how you made a complete humiliation of yourself in front of everyone last year. or, i think about all those times that you were a complete idiot, and the fact that even when you try your hardest, you let me down sometimes. i think about all these things and smile. you are a human, and i love the fact that you make me feel infinite.