I want to go to a concert of a band I barely know.
I want to feel the music pounding through me, loud and pulsing, and I want to draw myself out of the firey adrenaline for long enough to stand back and look at you.
You are so gorgeous, you know. A smile lighting you up, that intensity on your face as you belt the music, for once not caring about your sheepishness as long as you are singing surrounded by a chorus of voices harmonizing with you.
I don't know the words, nor do I hear them. No matter how loud it is, how surging the environment may be in the heat of the moment with the burning passion in the chests of everyone around me, I will stand back and let time slow like it tends to in the twilight.
I'll linger in that twilight fire and gaze at you and see. I will see how you feel when you experience something so amazing. And while I may not know the band or the artist near as well as you do, or share the same deep feelings towards their sound, it would well have been worth it for the ticket to just be with you.
It will have been well worth it to gaze at you in the throughs of passion and see how you appear. To learn even the smallest of details as I see you fired up and burning with emotion in the best way.
I will be hand in hand with you my dear, loving every moment.
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