Nobody is better than everyone else. Love nobody, he’ll love you before everyone else does.

Just sit here.
You see,
we were made to share.
These eyes were made for you to provide a reason for me to wrinkle their sides.
You see,
my palms were made for your fingertips.
Swirl and find the paths I hide between the lines.
You see,
I want you to tell me who I am, before I get bored of calling myself amaro and toaster,
before I learn to stop forcing this banter and concentrate on teaching this goofy smile some discipline.
You listening?
That’s what your ears where made for
…me.
You see,
we were made to share, and one day we will,
but for now…
just sit here.