One week later:
Damn, I was not expecting this. These emotions, they are intense. I did not think it would be so, so easy to fall for you. And to fall so, so hard at that, too.
If at first we were mistaken for strangers, now we are full-grown lovers; so comfortable with each other’s moves, so in tune with each other’s grooves. Together, we are like the quivering quavers on a music score sheet, treading the dancefloor carefully to a perfect 4-4 time signature. I shyly complete your lines as you, quite unabashedly, complete my life.
I remember the words to most of the songs now, but I don’t wanna get over you. I don’t have the drugs to sort it out, sort it out.