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Nulldoll Jul 2015
I fell in love with you at that moment. You never noticed. The crowd was thumping with excitement, people mulling over Reviews their tales yet there was a peace and quiet as I looked over at you. 
Time slowed, people stopped moving. I felt the air thin, and for a moment it was funny. I mean, does not this happen in movies? Does not this mean that I have finally gone crazy? Me, the girl who laughed at love in the face, the girl who Believed such madness purely and rightfully existed in storybooks. Me, who turned her nose against all such knights who approached. 
Me, who was finding it harder to breathe in the moment. I KNEW that this was a standing point in my life. What ever path I chose, there would be no turning back. And this moment will be the checkpoint. The revival spot, like in video games, where the character is reborn after getting killed in the battlefield up ahead. 
You looked so perfect. So perfectly imperfect. So imperfectly perfect. The wonder in your eyes, so carefully hidden, as you took the world with wild interest in yet made ​​it seem not worth your time. That careful stance. I know that you have been hurt before. I can feel it. 
I feel your presence. The slight tarnish your soul carries, I wish you would Realize that I do not intend to mar you further. I intend to complete you. I intend to make-that soul shimmer, make that person whole again. 
I intend to love you fully and deeply with no returns. No regrets. No saying sorry. No goodbyes. 
Will you comply? Or will I carry this heaviness inside of me for the time to come?
Note a poem, just thoughts
Nulldoll Jul 2015
With each kiss is a promise to love you forever ,if you let me in. as I gently push you hair behind your ear and look into  your steel piercing blue eyes..
I give all my trust
.
.
because I'm afraid you have my heart as well.
And its to late I've falling completely.in. love.
Nulldoll Apr 2016
Tight and taut, full of muscles and sinew.
Strong lines that defined the leaving .
I always make sure I remember these details,
the way they move and go on their own way.
Like lines of the a palm,
the coolness of breath and a deer stare .
the  curve of a hip and
the harshness of their gentle touch and
words, wishing they would stay and
get to know the real me.
The line " I'm used to it" is getting old and
I desperately want someone to be mine.
For once in my life,
I'm tired of the leaving.

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