I meant it as a compliment you know, your my Mr.Moderate. But in the best sense; Everything within the context of neccessity. Your sweet but unsaturatingly, naturally nice to everyone but somehow nicer to me. And you have just one dimple as if you couldn't decide that none we're one too little, or that two we're one too many. Just like me. You're the sunshine moderation to my structured madness, a ridiculously balanced equation for Happiness I have suffered enough to know how to appreciate in it's consistency.
You're my Friday night and my Tuesday afternoon. And perfectly timed to come a moment too soon so that you are more than just a Coincidence. I imagine if I didn't decide that there we're no greater people to meet by Chance while champagne shoulder confessioning to a friend before she pointed you out across the blindingly crowded room and said resolutely, 'That one, Brie. I can tell'. Then I wouldn't have met the everything I someday wished for. But there is no right time to get everything you wish for. So I Choose to make it a right time. And maybe you had to meet me then too. Afterall, people meet on purpose. The context of which can only be neccessity.