If you knew me you would love all my "ifs" and "buts".
All of my little quirks would be a source of enjoyment and each detail of mine fondled with a smile.
You would go about your day and, without warning, some misplaced memory of me would bring joy to your lips.
You would go about your busy, entangled rotine, finding solace in whatever of these little nonsenses of mine insisted on pillaging your mind.
And you wouldn't even be able to grasp how could these little idiosyncrasies of mine have become so embeded in your life.
But this could only come to be if you knew me.
We've always known ignorance to be a very idle domain...
