eehh? not titled yet

He was the most genuine person I had ever encountered. His character was possessed by the purest of substances. Because of that, I loved him. He was nothing other than himself. He was the being I wanted to be, or at least be part of and by some beneficiary I secured a place in his heart. Blessed be the loved, for they have reason to love.
We meshed like gears in play dough. It works, but not efficiently. That is, I am at fault. I take the blame. I am the goo that clogs his brain. I'm the poison that faults him. Genuine shakes his head at my hallucinations. You cannot be true by being false, I am contradiction. Blessed are those who can take blame for they have forgiven their blunders.