He is something else. Something beautiful. Something clean. Something that shines with uniquity.

If you listen in the silence, you'll hear God roar

I think I'd rather fall in love with someplace than someone.

And why might I be willing to compromise and sacrifice the mere moments of worldly fun?
She looks to the heavens for he up above loves her and gives her in one breath than any messed up, inconceivable, perfectly destruction man ever could.
She does not need them,
She needs her one true love.
The one who will truly love her more than she can imagine.
The kind of love one might search a lifetime for, she already has it.

Tonight I'm feeling the electricity coming back on.
Maybe its a that thing they call a crush but for some reason I wish your presence was here.
I miss you.
I want to be around you and I'm tired of pretending for the sake of what they think is best for him.
What about what I want?
I want my life to be made up of small amazing moments.
1,000,000 of them.
Maybe I want to experience some of them with him.
So what.
I want to experience something new to know what else is out there.
He's cute, adorable, and innocent.
I can tell him my dreams and epiphanies on life and he wants to know where he can get his own.
He wants to understand why I am the way I am, and that's all I ever wanted.
Someone to like the real me.
Someone to wonder about me.

I've reached this point where I am about to sound overly dramatic, but it feels real.
It feels as if I've lost my heart.
My ability to love someone with it again wholely.
He stole it and sadly still has it.
Do I love him still?
I don't know.
For what do I love about him?
Nothing.
Did I love the memories?
The most frustrating part is trying to figure out why you're still haunting my tired intelligence.
I do not think it is love.
I think it might be many things.
Regret.
Pain.
Pride.
Overthinking.
I honestly have no thought as to why.
I just know I want you gone.
I do not want to meet again.
I do not want to know you.
I want to know this pain only as a stranger to my past.
I cannot handle your ghost anymore.