I want her.
I want her the way the cool wet air of the night wants to cling to the cold blades of grass and then form into something new and beautiful.
I want her the way the flowers grow towards the sun, as she seems to be my sunshine.
I want her the way that a candle flame wants the wind and wants the air despite it blowing itself out
I want her the way that a little girl craves being cuddled, and craves the affection to grow
I want her more than she will ever know that I want her because I don't just want her I need her
I need her with every fiber of my being and she makes me who I am I wouldn't have myself without her i wouldn't have anything without her and it kills me that I will never be able to show it the way I wish could
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Inconsistence
Short StoryI can't seem to write a cohesive story. so I think this should just be like. partial journals and one shots of random things. yep.
