Her

She’s everything I want to be. And I can’t take my eyes off of her for a single moment. I never dreamed I could fine someone who gets me yet still has their own individuality. She causes these endless arreas of worthless thoughts. I’ve paused my life in hopes of enjoying every waking moment with her. I fear I’ll never be able to resume. I wish to study of sacred detail of her. I watch as her hair falls just above her eye. I watch as she’s smiles at me wishing she knew the truth about me. If I could tell her everything than maybe I could hold her hand. If I could tell her than maybe I could hold her. If I could tell her than maybe I could meet her lips the way I’ve been longing to. If I could tell her I could lose it all. So my wimms are only wishes. And I am without her the way I wish to be.