It's pointless. It hurts. It's not fair to have these feelings for you. To have these feelings. But I do. Why is my pain so romantic? I wish I could just forget about your eyes or the way that you look at me when we are in public. Forget me. Why do I want you? Why do I feel this desire to be one with you? What is it in your eyes that draws me in? It's like a breath. I tried to pin down, but your eyes, your eyes, they make me come alive. It's like an endless desire and longing that makes me want to bare my soul and explore. That consuming thing you call love or something like comfort is a strange sort of intimacy. I hear the love theme from Swan Lake and there's this break in the music where the two dancers hold each other. That's how I feel when I look into your eyes.
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Love From Me
Non-FictionA short anthology about my experiences of being a disabled person living in the 21st Century in Australia. Love From Me is about me having Cerebral Palsy and me coming to terms with it. In retrospect, for people who have known me, you know that I ne...
