when i am with you, i feel all at once less of me, and more myself than i have ever been.
like i am trying too hard to be someone else; someone better. but that i am closer to a happier state than before.
but that's all you get.
you get involuntary concessions of time and attention. push your luck far enough, or let the circumstances happen as they will, and they're gone in the blink of an eye. you won't see them for another few days again, if you're lucky.
that's all you get now.