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Ironically, her name is Hailey.
I take English at university, and even I am lost for words in her presence.
She doesn't even fucking know it either. She has no idea how fucking beautiful she is.
Right at this moment in time, regardless of anything else happening in my life, I would do absolutely anything just to have the opportunity to tell her how absolutely astonishing she is.
I've never seen such a delicate creature in my entire existence. Her complexion glows. The definition of her jawline follows through to her collar bone and shoulders.
She is so graceful.
And her voice! I hold onto every syllable like it's the last time I'm going to hear her speak.
The beginning of all things comes from the rhythm of her beating heart and that blinding significance won't appear until it consumes me. Enough to become me.
She will change the language of my existence into new scriptures of bewilderment and lust.
But so much is lost in the parallels of juxta! that moment where a simple glance would kill but it fades into the distance becoming nothing more than a snapshot in the moment, a clench in the spine.
I see this midnight sun suspended in the air, it yields no greater shadow than the one cast from its very heart.
And as this last syllable spills from the tip of my tongue we are one. Our bodies and words shifting. Our minds and skin drifting. We are the horizon resting on the broken sky, cradled by palms of a hand detached from everything.
Dark colours with no colour or shape, touching our signals before the escape.
I am just. Chaos. Splintering such a cohesive ensemble. I am the inaudible limbo writhing in the corner of every room. I am completely and utterly consumed with love for this woman.
I don't even know any of you, but you will all know one thing about me for sure.
I am in love.
I take English at university, and even I am lost for words in her presence.
She doesn't even fucking know it either. She has no idea how fucking beautiful she is.
Right at this moment in time, regardless of anything else happening in my life, I would do absolutely anything just to have the opportunity to tell her how absolutely astonishing she is.
I've never seen such a delicate creature in my entire existence. Her complexion glows. The definition of her jawline follows through to her collar bone and shoulders.
She is so graceful.
And her voice! I hold onto every syllable like it's the last time I'm going to hear her speak.
The beginning of all things comes from the rhythm of her beating heart and that blinding significance won't appear until it consumes me. Enough to become me.
She will change the language of my existence into new scriptures of bewilderment and lust.
But so much is lost in the parallels of juxta! that moment where a simple glance would kill but it fades into the distance becoming nothing more than a snapshot in the moment, a clench in the spine.
I see this midnight sun suspended in the air, it yields no greater shadow than the one cast from its very heart.
And as this last syllable spills from the tip of my tongue we are one. Our bodies and words shifting. Our minds and skin drifting. We are the horizon resting on the broken sky, cradled by palms of a hand detached from everything.
Dark colours with no colour or shape, touching our signals before the escape.
I am just. Chaos. Splintering such a cohesive ensemble. I am the inaudible limbo writhing in the corner of every room. I am completely and utterly consumed with love for this woman.
I don't even know any of you, but you will all know one thing about me for sure.
I am in love.
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