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Someone out there is meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soulmate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He’ll smile at you when you tell him, but he’ll never laugh at your heart. He’ll brush the hair out of your eyes and send you flowers when you least expect it. He’ll call to tell you goodnight before you get into bed or just because he is thinking about you. He’ll be bursting to talk to you each morning just to hear the sound of your voice. He’ll look into your eyes and tell you that you are the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and for the first time in your life … you’ll believe it

Life is already complicated as it is. You don’t need people to weigh you down, people to disappoint you.

Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have.