I never want to forget the stories she tells me.
I wish I had endless memory capacity to recall every little detail of what makes her, her, so perfecty misaligned.
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I never want to forget the stories she tells me.
I wish I had endless memory capacity to recall every little detail of what makes her, her, so perfecty misaligned.

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um misto de fascĂnio, desprezo e pavor.
Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
Sylvia Plath
It's crazy how we are absolutely powerless to who we find attractive, who we like, or who we have a crush on....

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Lips as soft as velvet she had. Flowing hair and guys referred to her as bad, but she's beautiful. You can pick her out from the usual. She glows in any aspect and she's so much more than gaining access to her assets. It's as if you stare at her and she becomes placid. It's ransid to believe that she can be transparent but it's apparent that her love is recommended the way she sends it. Wrapped up with a kiss and perfume that's well scented. The way she walks is so elegant. I store images of her warming smile in my mind just for the hell of it. And yes she really is relevant. I can't impress her with masculinities. I just understand her as she does me and hugging her in my arms is my remedy. Truth is can a girl like this exist? Because that girl has yet to bump into me and let me know this. I know I'm not the perfect kind of fella, but until a girl feels the same for me I'll be Prince Charming waiting for Cinderella...