happiness looks good on you, honey. you should wear it on your face more often. i would put it there if i could, but my newness has worn down to bare bones common. there's no novelty left. you often make that clear.

is it better, then, than what i preach and practice, perhaps naively, to hide the best and beautiful pieces away and give them out like bread crumbs, slowly leading lovers to more permanent doorsteps? can sly games keep a mystery that honesty can't hope to compete with? or is this, too, thin...

well i wont make you into a trophy, i wont make your love a finish line. i gave you all my good right out of the stall. i will not hurt to get comfort nor will i stay away for you to find. you've seen me in entire sphere and if you care to keep me here, then say it or forget it and say goodbye.