081413 #worm But for some odd reason, I don't do that. For some odd reason, I speak up. I hail you. I open a hailing frequency, sir, and I have you on the main screen. I wave to you, and you wave back. Net apology: zero. You smile. I am infinitely expanded. I smile back at you. For the first time in my life, I really see you as you are. And you are beautiful. I don't care if you're fat. I don't care if you never quite reached this galaxy. I don't care if your ship blew up, or whether your species finds solace in toads. I don't care if I never get to touch you; I've touched you. I know you are a great lover. I don't care if you made your fingers into a gun, and blew me away in the back of a two-seater clown car. I love you. And I still do and I always knew I'd see you again. Here. By the lake. Always knew you'd be waiting. As I have been for this day.