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There is a man.
An extraordinarily amazing, intelligent, and profound man.
I have an insatiable appetite for this man. I can't seem to get enough of him. Constantly hungering... incessantly wanting.
I am exceedingly attracted to him. He is so... alluring to me. From his dark hair to his handsome feet (as his mother calls them, to which I reply 'everything about him is handsome')
However, there is not only this attraction, but a way in which he speaks to me, to anyone. A passion that he has for things that he loves. A need to conquer all. A yearning to accomplish what he wants. I so admire these goals that he has made for himself. I so admire the love that he puts into every small diversion, the distractions from the flaws of life, or even the beauties.
I like to believe that I have come to learn some of his ways... various things he thinks about in passing. I witness a few of the comments he hears, incidents he experiences, conversations he picks up on... and I see him struggling to hold his tongue. I respect him for being capable of holding back, but I am also in awe of everything that I know is running through his brain. Thoughts that are so intense... it makes me want to sit him down and make him talk. To make him spill all of his opinions out so I can drink them in. He makes my brain run in circles, wanting to know, wanting to learn, wanting to share.
Wanting to be with him every single minute.
Wanting more.
Things are not strictly black and white any more.
Grey has been added to the mix.
An extraordinarily amazing, intelligent, and profound man.
I have an insatiable appetite for this man. I can't seem to get enough of him. Constantly hungering... incessantly wanting.
I am exceedingly attracted to him. He is so... alluring to me. From his dark hair to his handsome feet (as his mother calls them, to which I reply 'everything about him is handsome')
However, there is not only this attraction, but a way in which he speaks to me, to anyone. A passion that he has for things that he loves. A need to conquer all. A yearning to accomplish what he wants. I so admire these goals that he has made for himself. I so admire the love that he puts into every small diversion, the distractions from the flaws of life, or even the beauties.
I like to believe that I have come to learn some of his ways... various things he thinks about in passing. I witness a few of the comments he hears, incidents he experiences, conversations he picks up on... and I see him struggling to hold his tongue. I respect him for being capable of holding back, but I am also in awe of everything that I know is running through his brain. Thoughts that are so intense... it makes me want to sit him down and make him talk. To make him spill all of his opinions out so I can drink them in. He makes my brain run in circles, wanting to know, wanting to learn, wanting to share.
Wanting to be with him every single minute.
Wanting more.
Things are not strictly black and white any more.
Grey has been added to the mix.