Hello, boy.

I am alive.

I am awake.

I am

awkward

and

awestruck, 

abstract

and

absurd. 

I am

astounded to

ascertain

(again, oddly enough) that I've

afforded

all that which

any girl

aspires to

assert (though most

abdicate such

allowances through

abscission of

autonomy over own

anatomy):

a heartbeat which doesn't hurt.

And

I am

always

as

absolutely Yours.