Loving you is like me drawing a circle freehand.
I would never be able to draw a perfect one.
And It’s frustating.
There’s nothing magical about drawing a perfect circle.
Neither loving you. You are perfect.
Nothing magical. Science can explain why I am loving you.
It’s just like loving someone else.
But at the moment,
I’m loving you.
Will I forever be trapped in this circle.
Questioning my existence.
Am I just another rough circle?