| Un I fell for you the time I thought you had passed, but you were sly. In reality, I fell for you sixty-one thousand seven hundred and seventy times. That one time, You got so into tossing your wet head around and getting me to stammer. All that dampness stayed on my fingers. I felt all that heat when I touched your ears and you said you were happy because you'd thought about things, and you had decided that there are exactly forty-one thousand three hundred and three things about me that you could like. Only one matters. |