Me before you.
Nerves, a wreck of feelings, unstable.
Me before you.
Perturbation, a cause of worry to myself.
Me before you.
Lacking dexterity, unwilling, difficult to deal with.
Me having met you.
You supplied me with so much serendipity, I feel like I'm one of the lucky ones. The lucky ones, that gets the opportunity to start life again and explode everyday.
Me having you.
You're full of meliorism, family influences that I'm glad you got whilst growing.
Me during you.
You hide so much eunoia, I try surfacing it from within you but you don't realise that it happens.
Me having you.
You're my latibule when I want to disappear, when I want no interaction.
Me and you.
Unconditional, everything is unequivocal between us, just as it should have always been and how it will always be.
