It's like, I understand that some people are objectively attractive. Symmetrical faces or nice hair or 'good' bodies, right? But then I'm just like, 'Yeah, okay. They're good looking. woman.' I don't care. And then I'll see someone with like, that one thing I can not resist and it's not even a thing most people would find attractive. Maybe it's dark eyebrows or a certain type of smile. Most people would go, 'Really? That?' Meanwhile, I am on fire.
Despite the sun, shinning down to drench me in its warm loving rays. Despite the rain, with its temperamental raindrops that could sooth my soul with gentle little kisses, or screams alongside me with droplets plowing into the cement like speeding bullets. Despite the flowers, whose iridescent petals shine with the blinding color spectrum of the air we breathe. Despite the stars, hanging in the sky like diamonds scattered into an abyss of breathless beauty. Despite the wind, that plays with the loose strands of my hair as though to transform the strawberry strands into monarch butterflies. Despite the warm amber pebbles that line beaches shores, and the topaz water dancing around the edges infinite horizon line.
Despite all these beautiful things I am lonely.
Beyond lonely.
I have no one to cast a shadow beside, our fingers intertwined as the sun beams around us. No one to dance beside in the temperamental rainstorms. No one for me to pick flowers for to stick in their paper bag lunches or in the visor of their car to give them a little thing to make them smile. No one to stargaze with, no one to sleep under the stars with, no one to kiss me under the cool rays of moonlight. No one to spin me around in the wind, and tug on the loose strands of my butterfly hair. No one to walk beside on the beach, to play within the topaz water, to build amber sandcastles beside.
It would be nice to have somebody.
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