Be better

I’m always so certain. Even when I’m wrong. The word perhaps brings this kind of question. All I want to say is a word. But why would I ruin a connection, however tenuous? I’m not crazy. I guess I am sometimes. Or I was. Or I will be. Guarantees are fucking difficult. I saw your name. It made my heart spark in a good way, and, good or bad, I guess for that moment, it was good. I dream about you. Sometimes, in situations we were actually in. And this time, I get to act better. Sometimes it’s a new situation. And then I just get to be better.