I love his name.
I love the color of his eyes.
Does he know that when I look at him I see the sky? The ocean? The waves?
We might be young, but this fire I feel inspires me to do great things, to be great, to spread greatness.
His laugh, his freckles, and the way his dumb hair flails in every direction.
Does he know that when I listen to him I am focused? Diligent? Enamored?
I have no idea what he’s saying or why he’s saying it but it’s fascinating and he loves it so I love it, too.
He will brush by me, our hands might meet, and then he is gone.
Does he know how much I think about him? Miss him? Want him?
For all the stars in the world I’ve never truly wanted anything like this before, because if I concede then where would we be? Separated? Lonely? Sad?
No, it isn’t even an option, but I think about the moments where things seem perfect.
Calm.
Happy.
And I just have to wonder, does he know?
About the Creator
Celestia Morelle
When I write, I connect with a part of me that otherwise doesn’t exist. She’s a flame that I spend hundreds of thousands of words trying to grasp. I hope you feel her too when you’re reading. I turn the sirens voice into art, for she is me.
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