When she leaves me, it doesn't matter if it's a few minutes or a few weeks. When she leaves she takes a piece of my heart with her, she takes a piece of my soul with her, she takes a piece of me with her. I don't know if she knows what she does to me when we aren't together, I can't breathe right, my mind is foggy, my vision is blurred. Life seems fake, dull, abused, but when we are together the world bursts with life and color. I finally see the world the way it should seem, instead of this black and white drawing of blurred images passing by my eyes without actually looking, it's a passion filled world that looks amazing with her. With her nothing can stop me, I can move the biggest mountain, climb the tallest ridges, swim the widest seas. With her I don't just look, I see the world, I can see details I have never seen before, I look at the colors that fill this beautiful world. I've memorized every line of her face, every angle kiss, every scar, everything. Everything about her is beautiful. With her I can breathe, I can live, I can see, I can love.
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Parts of my soul
AcakThis is just a collection of little pieces of my mind in story from that I can never finish or make better, so this will probably suck but if you read it then you can't make mean comments because I suck
