What would it mean to not change?

To not hear that you’re interested in comics and so delve into my high-school brain to share something about DC so you’ll like me. So you’ll know I’m not just a Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn poser?

What would it mean to not tap into the limited car trivia learnt by a second grader to impress a boy?

To not alter based on you.

What would it mean to just accept you, to accept your world and graciously step into it, and to guide you into mine? To co-exist, beyond a bumper sticker? To not only exist together, but to seamlessly mesh?

What would that be like?