And if you do, know that I did think about our could have been's. The conversations that would have created, deep-rooted storms inside of me. Intrigued by the glimmer in your eyes and the way your bones seemed to be pages full of stories. How I would have loved to read them, explore the meaning of words with my wildfire touch. Fingertips trailing down, tracing lines, writing songs along the curve of your spine.
And if you do, too, maybe one day we shall find a way to write them down. These will be's, as they are now. Crafting a universe, just us, you and I.
And if you never do. I hope you are well. Speaking in chapters with people worth your time. I am glad you found magic in their minds and a challenge in their smiles.
You walk with me, I walk with you Together we keep each other company... You morph in my shape, Not a strand of hair out of place, Why would my feelings be any different then? Are you telling me to look inward?
But unlike the breath that stays with me both day and night and I feel her, you have a liking only for the light.
Why do you do that?
Only manifest when the world is shining and gone when the stars are shining... You might say why do you even care because we do not speak even when I am there. True. The fault is mine. I should. Reflect on your being.
Will you tell me who you are? Will you find a voice in me? Will you see the world through my eyes? Will you marvel and agonize like I do? Will we ever know each other?
I may pride now in knowing that you exist because I do, But would you come shatter it?
Wouldn't it be a delight to know that I exist because you do?
I read something someone wrote today It shocked me so much i nearly melted away. What a lucky guy i thought to myself To have someone appreciate them for being themselves. To enjoy reading their writing And want to know more about what drives them. I don’t know if they were talking about me Because i could just be wanting to be seen. I couldn’t help but think about their questions What my answers would be If it was me who could satiate their curiosity? I am into girls But I am not in a relationship I can be very overbearing and clingy But I’m simply being me. My favorite color? Well i suppose I’m just as indecisive as any other I enjoy dark shades of blue, purple, and red. Oh wait! Does black or grey count as a color instead? Coffee or tea? Hmm let’s see. I really hope this wouldn’t be a deal breaker For I’m not particularly into either flavor. I’m a bit of a soda addict you see, I love the caffeination and carbonation. I may be a bit extreme. But i suppose i can say that for almost all of me
Our eyes make acquaintance in the dim light of the car. I search them for a person I once knew, someone different, someone not you. I see a familiar glare. I want to test your patience. I want to taste your soul. Two different bodies with the same paces. They make your intellect into copies. Not the same, no. The differences are obvious, but the intrigue stays. Love. It always comes back.
No two people are exactly alike... But love starts out the same.
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