I smell him every day, his scent is so tingly there, right
there, near my heart. It has come to represent not him but that which I wish
would take me up in its arms and kiss me forever.
Am I lonely?
No, that is not true. I simply crave for it every time I
smell him. Wave after wave crashing upon me calling out to him, desperate in
its desire but I know once he is mine I will be alright but so much more that I
will shine not only for me but the rest of the cosmos.
So kiss me.
Or not. You never even saw me did you?
