a friday morning 5:00 am
My best friend is in love. But it makes my heart tickle and laugh. I don't know him nor do I know who he is but the thought of her feeling that way makes me fill up with warm air.
She speaks of him in only whites and lights. There is no dark tinge to the man that means the most to her.
How is it possible that someone so great actually lives.
They breathe and speak with an amazingly wired mind.
Most don't really have the pleasure of owning that.
Somehow, it makes me believe in the red feeling. Of someday finding that exact emotion of untouched purity.
Of maybe having someone think of me in the most beautiful forms. To have them fawn over my eyes or smile even though they're not all that wonderful. Have them think of me every single second that passes. Miss me each moment they are not with me. Desire times where we are alone and oblivious to the rest.
I want to mean something to somebody. Not just the very shallow parts of meaning. But the deep, deep, deep thing that pushes the limits of love and adoration.
There isn't a word that exists for what I want.
I think it's just the very sensation I opine and feel that I crave and want reciprocated.
I want someone to love me and see me the way I do them.
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