Today is a nice day. Life is cool. I sound cheesy when I speak, and I stare at the sky endlessly, lost in a daydream I don’t want to end because it feels way too damn good.
There’s nothing wrong with you, and that worries me. You’re not a selfish abusive asshole. No. You’re not. Maybe you hide something from me. Or maybe you’re just that great to begin with.
You don’t make me jealous. You don’t make me mad. You don’t make me act like a bitch.
I can be myself with you because you respect my boundaries.
It hasn’t felt this right in a long time.
So today, everything’s freaking great.