You seem the kind of peril she wouldn't mind getting familiar with.
She wanted you to see how she had those fire in her eyes whenever she told you about her dreams, about her passion, about her fears that she wanted to conquer. She wanted you to whisper to her how much she meant to you, although she would never admit it.
To her you were a bright, massive star; capable of illuminating her entire world, yet having an unstable heart.
One day, you told her how you could name a hundred reasons why she was never like the others. and that you loved her. Just love her. You never knew how she kept on thinking about those words for days, because that is all she could do; think, but not believe. And you never knew, because she would never tell you.
Oh how she longed to brush her fingers through your hair. To hold hands with you just because. To share tight hugs that could go on forever. To spend late night to morning talks with you. She hopes for the day to come when all her daydreams become reality.
She could go on and on about these things, but then, there are certain things that, no matter how hard she yearned for, will never be.
The danger she never feared; the chaos she looked forward to; the ruin she expected.
That, dear, is you.
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first of many. for the person I long for.