You’re only the best i’ve ever met. Before you, someone else was the best i’d ever met. I’m sure i’ll meet someone after you, too. (Forgive the misguided enthusiasm. It’s hard to be sure when letting go of these things.)
Sorry yo, i wasn’t expecting you to read that, much less respond. Sometimes i just want to jot down something on my mind, so i pick a random unresponsive person to write to. Just happened to be your turn.
Romance used to mean persistence. Now it means knowing when to give up and move on after trying once or twice. Courage and effort still count for something, but self-awareness and temperance count for more. As always, pop culture is a trailing indicator.
My people’s cultural identity is being overwritten by racing stripes. On their dang clothes!