is even more enticing than Oahu, Panama City, New York, Dallas, San Juan

perhaps than being at the Superdome in New Orleans for Wrestlemania or Metlife in East Rutherford for BTS

merely since your smile makes me squeal as loud as if it were RM’s (Kim Namjoon)

merely since our relations are on and off, merely since the messages in our thread send my notifications on and off

merely since the yellow hibiscus native to my native islands is as fluorescent as the sun shining down on your lone star state

merely since we quander about letting friends know we’re back at it, so there’s a secrecy to this thread, a secrecy to our smiles, and insiders

these smiles and insiders masking all their naysaying because they don’t have a clue anyways

they don’t have clue what truly occurred, they don’t have a clue of the call we had lasting till eight a.m

eight a.m my time, six yours - but endless, if you ask either of us

endless like this thread of a year and counting

even longer if we counted what was before romance, before we even knew what “us” was

partly because nobody knows what could become before it becomes

merely since the unknown is what drew me to you

not knowing if the blurred lines drawn out by you

and by your words were really blurred

whether or not my infatuation was true, if you had any at all

our thread being clearly visible but its purpose was not

having a text thread with you dissipates miles

miles away, still, seconds away with a click of a button

having a text thread with you enthralls a love for peanut butter

the smoothness not quite paralleling the bumps in our road

on and off, up and down - no butter knife would suffice

despite these miles though

despite these ups and downs

despite the on and off

despite the bumps and blur

nobody, not even we, could have thought we’d make it back

now let’s go forward