He innocently treated me to a picnic.

I purged it out, naturally.

I’m so, so hungry.

Date.

Don’t pretend just because we’re familiar with one another I’m just gonna outlandishly give you my identity.

I’m not going to give you one of the things that put me into dark desolation just because you ask for it.

Don’t do that.

Can I carry my own? Why, yes. Of course. Every human being is capable of repressing emotions; enveloping who they are within foreshadowing secrets and lies. Carrying your own is arguably the easiest thing to do in a lifestyle, arguably the loneliest.

Hello, how are you? How might you be? It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. 

It’s puzzling how such simple introduction can lead up to beautiful anthesis.