I don’t live to write, sometimes I just get the notion.
I feel the need to compare his eyes to the ocean.
I’ve only seen it twice and I’ve never been close enough to gaze into his eyes.
I want to compare his soul to every beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, tasted, felt.
I want to know his stories but all I know is that he loves strawberries and the blues.
I want to reach out, I want to touch him, I want his hands to lace into mine but there is a distance between us.
A distance I may never surpass.
