Finite, Without Boundary or Edge

I have a beginning
and an end

When I imagine I have no boundary
I dream of a sphere
Walking circumvirate
To you

That we would meet, is fate
That I could be your friend
A choice
But falling in love
Over this I have no control

I suppose
its kind of like flatland
never understanding the dimensions
never really knowing

But every now and then
Intuition tells us
it whispers something that keeps us going.

Time to make the donuts