My Other Mind

Them

I was writing about my admiration of a friend the it went into a rabbit hole of sappy love. :P Well- at least what I think is love. I don't actually love love them I love them as a friend :) we're actually platonically married lmao. I just got bored... If you know me, no you don't.

I love her and I wish she loved me. I can just imagine a night with just us. Her eyes sparkling in the moonlight as they gleam into mine, melting me into her gentle embrace. Everything about her is beautiful: her slender arms that could embrace the world, her gentle face that leaves the room speechless with a simple glance.. Nothing could describe the adoring look that lays on my face when I look at her. Her lucious lips taunt me while she stares in my soul. Oh how i wish I could melt into her kiss, her embrace. Its not just the looks I admire, her personality says it all. To hear the words escape from her mouth when she speaks. Oh how it makes my heart jump. Its so gentle and peaceful like a melody, I could sleep to it. I desire to be loved by her.

Oh, but I am not the one which she adores. Theres a another who admires her gracefully and that admiration she returns. And that of which I cannot compete. He's beautiful in every way. He's kind, he knows what to say. His words melt in my heart. He makes me smile when I needed them the most. My heart flutters with joy in the rare moments I hear his voice.

Although I don't know of his looks, he still someone I desire. I know he's handsome, beautiful. Even if he thinks he's not, I'll caress him every day and whisper softly into his ears how beautiful he is. I want him to be loved and I was his love in return.

Oh what a jealous fellow I am. I'd them want both. I want to hold them close, I'd adore the imperfections that make them perfect. I'd kiss every insecurity on their body so they could feel loved by me. I'd write them sappy little notes so I could see them both smile for a moment. I'd cuddle with them to show my desire to love and cherish them. I want them. I desire them.
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But i can never have them

- Sincerely Puppy