The one I don't know

February 4, 2015

His name sounded so sweet and pure

And the letters rolled off of my tongue so smoothly,

Even when I wanted to keep them there.

So I'd just repeat his name over and over.

And his voice is so beautiful

And when it hits my ears,

Every bad thing I've ever heard disappears

And I'm only fulfilled in this fulfilling momentum.

And these moments,

These glances,

The quick smiles,

And short sentences,

I wish they could last forever...

I don't know him,

Not yet at least,

But he's beautiful.

And it's sensational to be able to feel completed by someone who has never actually entered my life yet,

Just my heart, so far...

-m.c.-

/the boy I didn't know/

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