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Jun 2016
I've seen you.
One time you were seated on a bus. In the back to be more precise. You had your headphones on and you were reading. You were a little nervous. Maybe it was your first time on public transportation. Maybe it was your destination.
You had long black hair. It looked to me like black water, flowing out of the top of your head and tracing its way down to your shoulders. You'd smile occasionally and I'd hope that it wasn't something you were reading. I imagined instead you were thinking of someone. Because it appeared to be one of those smiles that occurs when someone fondly remembers something.
We both got off at the same stop and you asked me where Elm street was. The warmth you exuded at that moment set me at ease. I told you and you thanked me. I watched you walk away. I wanted to follow you. For my own selfish reason. So that I could go on about my day knowing you were ok.
I still think about you.

You on the other hand. You were my only friend in a strange place. I don't know why. I don't know how. We just paired up for reasons mysterious in nature. You were stunningly beautiful. If I had to describe you in the most apt manner I could. Unrealistically beautiful. But there you were.
We walked for hours. We discussed philosophy, relationships, people, love, and candles. There were just so many candles. You told me of your dream to race the Iditarod because it would be something no one would expect of you.
When we at last arrived at the end of our journey, you kissed me. Then you said "thank you for being here" and you left. Like a **** in the wind you stunk up my dreary ****** life with your beauty, sense of humor, and kindness but for a moment in time.
I've never forgotten you either.

Then there was you.
Everytime I see you my heart breaks because it knows it'll have to say goodbye to you. I've cursed the day I met you a thousand times everyday since. It seems only Anubis carries the balm that could sooth my heart.
Your laughter is my favorite song. You're artistic in motion and a melody by nature. In just knowing you, one is happy. because in knowing you one can imagine a world brighter. Void of darkness wherein hope springs eternal.
And though to you I am but another page. Full of words with no stock value. Looked upon only to feed a gluttonous urge.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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