Description
You: nondescript sentient floating orb with all of the answers. Probably immortal.
Me: too human for you. Dies from basically anything.
Us: star-crossed.
Background: after sixteen triple shot espressos, I thought I had a waking fever dream that you were floating between the bathrooms at Racy's. You weren't looking at me, as you had no eyes. But the energy of your omnipotence and omnipresence felt as if it were pointed right in my general direction as I jittered myself into a coffee coma on the sofa.
If you have any interest in meeting again, I am willing to let you give up your Godhead for my puny mortal love. I hope to feel from you soon.
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