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265 - What Every Line is About
Whenever I see him, the only thing I can think is that he is perfection. Whether he's sleeping, dancing, sitting, talking, crying, laughing, making love, what-have-you - the reoccurring thought is that he is perfection. Flaws and favorables combined. His skin, the slope of his shoulders, the spine and meat stretched over his rib bones, the patch of hair on his stomach, his fingers, toes and tongue - I could go on for a lot longer than you might like to read. I'm not sure I could ever explain what I feel when I see him standing across a room sometimes. It's not a constant feeling, I don't think that's what love is, honestly. It comes in waves, pangs, and enters my thoughts occasionally. He wasn't what I was looking for, but he was what I found and exactly what I needed. I think maybe someday everyone will know exactly the feeling I'm talking about. I think love is the pangs, the subtle thoughts, the knowing, the reoccurring realization that you absolutely feel something so strongly for someone, that it completely washes over you. You see the innocence, the strength, the weakness - all of it, and you know it's more than what you ever wanted, or expected. I hope someday someone gets a photo of that feeling, when the exact thought hits me. When you see my eyes, you'll know. He knows, you will know, too.
265 - What Every Line is About
Whenever I see him, the only thing I can think is that he is perfection. Whether he's sleeping, dancing, sitting, talking, crying, laughing, making love, what-have-you - the reoccurring thought is that he is perfection. Flaws and favorables combined. His skin, the slope of his shoulders, the spine and meat stretched over his rib bones, the patch of hair on his stomach, his fingers, toes and tongue - I could go on for a lot longer than you might like to read. I'm not sure I could ever explain what I feel when I see him standing across a room sometimes. It's not a constant feeling, I don't think that's what love is, honestly. It comes in waves, pangs, and enters my thoughts occasionally. He wasn't what I was looking for, but he was what I found and exactly what I needed. I think maybe someday everyone will know exactly the feeling I'm talking about. I think love is the pangs, the subtle thoughts, the knowing, the reoccurring realization that you absolutely feel something so strongly for someone, that it completely washes over you. You see the innocence, the strength, the weakness - all of it, and you know it's more than what you ever wanted, or expected. I hope someday someone gets a photo of that feeling, when the exact thought hits me. When you see my eyes, you'll know. He knows, you will know, too.