He's the first thing as I walk in. The first thought , even though my mind's utterly blank. The emotion is ineffable. He never filled my body with lust, pleasure or heat, he just washed hope and dandelions on me in waves. The tsunami's I daydream of are him seeing me, seeing me as an option. Seeing me as land to crash into and demolish, to settle and calm down on. He'll never know my love, or how I'd be okay if he covered my land and coated me in water. I want to dive into his depths, meet all things that creep and glare, and tame them. But no.
I named the emotion not-love. Because I can't love him, because I know he can't back.
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RandomI don't really know what this is, but I'm going to attempt to write everyday. I have this urge to write but I want to share it, with some of you. Someday I might write about my day, or something I feel passionate about, a poem, a love letter, a hat...
