Her Dark Beauty

There was a darkness to her. Not an evil darkness, but a darkness all the same. A darkness that made a little uneasy. Not the uneasy which gives way to death, or something horrible to occur. The kind of uneasy that excites his soul. The kind of uneasy that makes him feel alive. The kind of uneasy that knows, she could be the one. Fear struck him. Not the kind of debilitating fear that consumes all life, but the kind of fear that knows she is right. He looks for an undeniable message. Is she the one? As he lights his sage to clear the air, to clear his mind as to concentrate of the question he wishes to know. But to clear his mind would mean he couldn't see her anymore. The skin he wished to touch. The lips he wished to kiss. The color of her hair illuminating his way during those lonely days. He could not think straight, with her stuck in his head. He needed to do something, he needed to do the right thing. But without clarity, he couldn't say what the right thing was. Would he tell her of his feelings, or would he simply let it go? Only if, he could connect to the divine. Only if he knew of which path, she walked. Only if. There were too many only ifs. So, he would choose the safest route. He would choose to ignore his feelings. She would never know his thoughts.

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