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But in truth,
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Hi.

You know me.
You've known me for years.

Despite all of this,
I feel like you don't know me.
Or I you.

I have long admired you,
Looked up to you,
Apreciated you.

But it wasn't 'till puberty hit,
That I actually took a good look at you.

You'd grown up.
Mentally and physically.
Quite handsome in fact.

We've known each other for years.
Since we were just toddlers.
But I'd never thought of you like that.

As someone more than a friend.
More than a brother.

I honestly don't know if you like me,
And though your flirting is terrible,
I can't tell if it's practice or for real.

But I wanted you to know
The world to know;
That I like you. A lot.

And I wanted the world to know,
Before you do.

I often get this shiver
Running through my body.

Some say it is a person
Walking over the place you'll one day die.

But that's a little morbid,
And a tad bit worrying too.

For on that premise,
I shall die in a open, public place.

So I thought of another idea.
A brighter idea.

What if that shivering shudder
Was your soul mate thinking of you?

Something always present
But never seen

A presence that drags and pulls
At your very being

It dictates your actions and captures you
In its' thrall

It causes deaths and removes ideas'
As you walk, covered in its' shawl

It blocks out everything
Emptying the mind

Controlling the entire body
Making one blind

Boredom is an assassin
Of the creative soul

But is a creator and leader
for some in a hole

I don't think I could do it.
Live forever, I mean.

Watch as billions of breaths of air,
Get snuffed out as I watch?

I couldn't survive the pain.

But, There is always the possibility that,
After a while, I could stop feeling;
Love, joy, pain and heartbreak.

I could stop feeling it all.

And I think that is what would scare me,
The fact that I could stop feeling
What makes me human.

I looked out upon the green meadows,
Glistening with fresh morning dew.

I took a deep breath,
The cold air filling my stale lungs.

I felt the grass under my feet,
Soft and swaying as I walked through it.

I moved towards the mysterious woods,
Dark and foreboding in all its' majesty.

I drifted between the trees,
Ancient history surrounding me completely.

I moved to the spring in the center,
A glimmering pool of hope, sunlight carefully caressing the surface.

I looked up into the dense foliage,
The leaves blotting out almost every bit of sun...

I looked up from the book I was reading, thinking;
'That was beautifully written, and beautifully thought.'