Its been 6 weeks... It may not really matter, in the grand scheme, but it eats at me.
They say never give up on someone you can't go a day with out thinking about... I hate that its him that has caught my attention. It drives me mad... In 4 short months he was able to get under my skin. In a few short hours he became my object of desire... And now after a matter of life and circumstances, miscommunications and hasty assumptions, brutal disconnect wreaks havoc on my heart.
Whats a girl to do when she offends a soul filled with such magnificent beauty? How may one redeem themselves?
I long to listen to your voice, I want to hear about your day. I desire to learn about you more: your loves, passions, fears, intrigues, stories, insecurities, desires, fantasies... I want to know you more. I want to share my soul with you. Experience things in that way that sharing something with another makes everything feel new again, being able to have a taste of that experience from a new perspective.
Insane as is may seem, you woke up my muse, and as she percolates with inspiration that has been far too long snuffed out by old wounds, raw with abandonment... I fear giving up too easily. I see far too much potential.
Why are we wired to long so for the unattainable? To care for those that can not or will not care in return? How is it so hard to let go of the "what if's" and the "but if only's?" I wish it were as simple for me as it seems to be for him.
