its about you not them. its about me not you. its about him not me. i write therefore i am. i am all about him. his smile, his laugh, his penchant for trying to pinch my tattoo’s. i look into his sparkly eyes and i know the world is bigger then both of us. there is a divine plan outside my own. i cant fix what is or isnt broken that does or does not want to be fixed unless i was meant to. but he i can make giggle, giggle at the concept of his little toes touching his nose, giggle at the idea my hand is coming to tickle him, giggle as the cat stalks passed him chasing his toys. it isnt about you or me or really him. its about seeing the world from all the points of view that make everything 3 dimensional and real or fictional to anyone.