It's funny how immensely my heart wants to write about you. It's been only what, a month or two since I first saw you sitting a table away from me at the library? And ever since that day, heaven knows how hard I tried to keep my feelings at bay.
It was from that moment every fiber in my body, from the pinnacle of my head to the tip of my toe, started to yearn for you: I wanted to get close to you and be with you. I watch you from a distance and imagine what it would be like if I were near you; what it would be like to touch you; and what it would be like to talk to you. Do you speak softly like I do or do you speak with much conviction? Is your hand always cold like mine or is it warm enough to melt the frost in my veins? Are you really the person I had in mind or am I just making you all up in my head?
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Published on November 07, 2015 02:00