Your presence gives me the strength to stand firm as the distance between my face and the ground. You are my balance, the quiet void between raindrops that no one perceives but me. The face of a child pushed forward on a swing with force, a Circassian smile aged just long enough to witness music played on the capuchin, closing her eyes while feeling her fingertips.

Get upset if you wish, but I must admit to you now that I did not intend to love you, I fell for you playfully...