If we never met? There'd be a me still, more stressed, laughing less with no smile to look forward to. Picture that, an anxious me, stagnant paralyzed in the same place with no awkward memory like how I met you. I think I've stopped wishing for things to happen. I want things I can have now. Your energy, your hand, your hair, your smile... I think I'm ahead of myself sometimes. I know my patterns. As many times as I can I'll do it, preach to people that don't know me about habits and patterns and how I'll never bend to that silliness again. It is a form of consistency and commitment that does not appeal to me, and yet here we are again, same damn thing just a different year and in the middle of a global pandemic to top it all off. Congratulations Miss Thang! At this point we might as well just raise a glass champaign darling like Leonardo DiCaprio and toast to me because yes ladies and gentlemen, Katleho has done it again, fallen in the hole of LDs. I realise ...