Isn't it weird that one day all you think about is me, me, me. I want to do this, I want to eat that, I want to sleep, to write, to draw, to speak, to breathe.
And then you wake up another day and all you think about is me, me, me. But the me, me, me also involves the thoughts of you, you, you. A little bit has changed, only a few more letters added, but the impact on yourself is overwhelming. I want to do this with you, I want to eat that with you, I want to sleep, to write, to draw, to speak, to beathe with you.
And it's hard, sometimes, to wrap your head around those thoughts, which have never before manifested themselves in your brain.
But then you think about it, about the person behind everything, every feeling, every ache, every warmth, every smile, every tear, and you know that even though it's weird, you want this alien feeling to stay and make a home out of you.