even now i can read your mind. you are an open book to me, always and forever. That frightens you but there is no need to worry. I will not use the secrets of your soul against you. I am already cosigned and obliged to my end. I just wanted to see you smile again, and again. I can distinguish the fake from the real , and to see your face distorted in pleasure reassures my conscious that i have not been a waste. Somehow this distorted form has lived a purpose beyond purposes. and arrived to days where his own worth is outweigh by another. Perhaps this is all i need in the end and perhaps i am deserving something better, but i am not one to complain with that look on your face and that heat upon your breath. I just wanted to be part of your happiness, and thats all i have ever asked.