I don't know why no one believes when I say. I can't be bothered about that anymore; maybe because it's true, and truth is always undefinable, always about searching.
fine I was excited, whatever, but after that I realised, so what?

and the way you move with the violin, or just the way you combine sheepishness and vague friendliness into your grin, all that makes me so paralysed. and there never will be a close second, if only because you hear only what I hear, and you know that the second star to the left shines brightest of all. (: