heaviness is lighter when you're near me

Trick or treat, mister? Playing it cool as I ask, but panic mode initiates as the question makes its way through the Wi-Fi waves, and I confide in myself how I hope you ultimately pick trick because I doubt I could mete a treat if I tried. Kindness came naturally once, but now it only ever feels fraudulent.

And if you are to engender so much in me, why not that? Love should flaunt itself by softening a heart of stone, but right now it cannot seem to roll high enough to successfully cast a Greater Restoration spell. Then again, odds are that it is not the love that falls short, but the delivery of it — our rough edges the result of a Cupid proving himself to be every bit the product of inbreeding that legend claims, incompetent and unable to steady his shaking hand. It would be just our luck. Maybe his arrow was never even meant for us! Maybe two unsuspecting kids in our CMJ 106 class should be shacked up with a baby or two right now... maybe we stole their destiny and made a right mess of it.