He was all that she'd been able
to think about all night and she
had even woken up with him
on her mind. She was in too deep
and even she was annoyed with
herself at how often she thought
about him and how much of her
mind he occupied. She was too
besotted. When he spoke, she hung
onto every word. She had
memorized the conversations
they'd had thus far; she had even
analyzed the things he said to
her in the hope of possibly
discovering some meaning hid-
den behind them. She was so stupid-
ly, ridiculously besot-
ted with him.
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PoesíaThis is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that give...
