* that's when i love you.

Earlier, I was rendered speechless by a mere question.

"What's so good about him? What do you like about him?"

But it doesn't matter.

The mild interrogation a while after left me shaken, the fully awakened pent-up thoughts of you running wildly, incessantly through the plateaus of my mind, weary though it might be after the physical exertions of today.

And wasn't that the song I dedicated to you?

But it doesn't matter.

Not to you, not now, not ever.