You are my entire weakness.
Every time I see you I want you but I know I can never have you.
You belong to someone else.
If life were different, another time, another place, we would be soul mates instead of friends.
I know you feel it too. I see it in the way you look at me, the longing, the sadness.
I hear it in your voice when you say my name.
I wish I could stop feeling this way but my heart is so dedicated to you.
It skips a beat every time you are near me and a thousand tiny butterflies set flight.
I desire to know a life with you.
The taste of your mouth on mine, the feel of your skin against my own, your hand slipping through mine.
We’d spend dark nights concealed by the shadow of the moon and early mornings in the suns balmy rays.
I wish, but when did wishing for something ever make it real?
We will stay familiar as friends.
I will laugh and smile when I see you and feign that I don’t feel a thing.
And when you leave with her, you will be taking a piece of me with you once again.
This is the way it must be.
In this version of time we are not destined to be.
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Behold Her Bloom 