Despite your attempts at subtlety, darling. I see precisely what you're thinking.
And if I could put lips to lips without harming another, I would do so in a matter of seconds.
I am, as mad as it seems, quite the admirer of your very existence. And once again, I know so little about you, but feel the facade is rather well rehearsed. Please understand, I am well practiced in the area of observation. And with such said, you are the universe, as I am the eye. Stunning to look at, yet so minimally explored.

How could this possibly be, that I find myself once again, tied mercilessly between want and need.
Little does it help that want is as flawless in features, as the day is long, yet need is as fitting as the very shoes of mine that they are so accustomed to walking in.
Want, you are my sin among sins. I crave all that is your beauty, yet helplessly fall by the way side, on my journey to your world.
Need, you are as evident as your name, though I am yet to ever take on board that which I honestly needed.
So let us raise our glasses to the man of the hour, who loathes to be alone, and hates to be accompanied.
The sound of solitude is the same as insanity.