let me love you by doing things with you that you don't want to do, things that are in your...our... best interest....not by indulging with you in fantasies of the flesh, offering you something that you can lust after or helping you satiate some need to feel coddled, being inordinately agreeable, spending a lifetime perfecting the art of cordiality, and i hope you would do the same for me. and i hope that i never become so disenchanted by my surroundings, by so many people hooked on a feeling that i don't appreciate this divine act of love. hooked on a feeling, i'm high on believeing that you're in love with meeeeeee. the more time i spend with you, the more intimate I become with you, the more I  learn to to love you, the less inclined I am to gravitate towards temporary fixes. happiness is already inside of me, no need to put on a show or lust after one. things are great right here, truly. and whenever I start to feel anxious, like they are not, I start searching. i can picture myself going here or there or playing this role or that and it feels good to remember just how adaptable i can be. but really, things are great right here. i am monumental, and so are you.