Otherworldly idol with terms and conditions mid-spiral. You walk into rooms like a limited edition drop nobody can pre-order, which is partly the appeal and partly why nothing closes. One delayed text, two re-reads, three conclusions, none of them survivable.

Pitaya hits hardest with Cherrita (Romantic optimism with no adult supervision with everything on the table). Same energy, complementary love languages — that's the spark.

You build a forensic case against affection that is, in fact, fine.

You make people believe the multiverse is real and they're cast in it. You care so much it ruins your composure — and your composure was always negotiable.