Lonesome & Wondering

When I’m lonely in a world of my own, I often think of you. I imagine the way you hair never fell into the right place and how that was my absolute favorite thing about you. That smile of yours was so exquisitely awkward and your eyes, oh your eyes, they were the intense shade of green that most people only dream of  being gifted with having. You were a mess of confused hair, riveting thoughts, and endless ideas. You were everything I always yearned to be, but never quite could. Because after all, we all see things in others we hide deep inside our own beings.

 

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