She is what I’m looking for… Somebody I want to stay in my life until I grow old. She isn’t ideal to most but to most I’m not ideal for her. Judging on my present state of mind. I would only begin a sentence with; I am infatuated… Infatuated with the thought of her present. This cursed feeling pains my emotional state of mind. Perplexed by the thought of her, I only long for her to be closer. Slowly, gently pushing her away. I lay. I stay. Begging for her to come closer, embracing this image, scared out my mind. I slowly partake… She is a prospective partner…


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