The evening came in a blur of an orange smudged sunset. I was thinking of you again. I found I've been doing that lately. You hold yourself in this manner that's just agony to the eyes. Though I mean that in a good way. It's beautiful, Randy, you're beautiful.

It's your face as well. Your blue orbs have an intensity to them that's too hard to explain. Your lips, they're plush, they're soft, and they're just too hard to stop looking at.

Why do you do this to me? I'm falling heads over heels, over a guy who loathes me with a passion. A fierce neck-breaking passion.

I need to get out of bed soon. It's going on 10 in the morning, and I still have to get ready for work. Hmm, work. You're always there, whether your sick to an extreme extent or lazy as fuck.

You'll push yourself. You won't quit. You're determined, and that's what I love about you. I'll never give up either. I'll keep fighting for what I deserve, and what I deserve is you. I'll prove to you, what I can be.

You'll love it Randy, you'll love me.