The boy wrote this. It's sweet.
I have never felt anything before. I have never experienced this phenomonon, called feeling before this very moment. For campared to this nothing i have ever beheld could be called anything within the same terminology, nothing i have ever experienced is feeling at all. It just something you do, soomething you say, a reaction, a nessesity. But this exact moment, starring into the eyes of this girl, this is feeling, oh god, i dont know what else to call it. She is so beautiful, she is so perfect. I guess society would deem this love. I guess this is what movies talk about, but no, this is something else, this is so much more. Its like looking through the lense of a camera, and focusing on a singular item. The fuzz, the background, the insignificant materials; these are every moment i have ever thought i felt something, and this one thing this most beautiful face, is now. Never before have i felt so small, so insignificant. Its like looking into the sky, its so big so endless, and i, i am so small, so finite, but this face, oh my god this face, leaves me breathless. If everything i have ever experienced in my life is hell, then this is most assuredly heavan. The small freckles on her nose and the space between her cheek and eyes, the same place that water swells and falls from my very own face at this exact moment, the mole on her right cheek, the shape of her eye lashes, they are like nothing i have ever seen before. My whole life i have been walking around in a milky cloud, a cataract abyss, void of beauty, i have been buried for a lifetime and i have seen the sun for the first time. Have you ever seen something that was so beautiful that you just cried? Have You ever seen something so beautiful that it released all your emotions, your being into that one vision before your eyes. This girl, this face, she is my ocean, she is my sky, she is my everest, for i climb and see that no other mauntain is nearly so high. Maybe that is whats happening, maybe the air is just so thin from up here that such a face could move me to tears, but no its not the skin that screams touch me caress me. Its not the curly hair that grasps my fingers and wraps around them like the wind holds you as you walk along the sea. Its something else its behind the face behind the beauty, its something else, its inside, inside of me. I beleive that no one else in the history of the world has quite felt like this. I believe that anyone who has ever said i love you has had only a slight attraction in comparison to what i behold at this very moment. She lies asleep her body like a rose pedal laid so gently acrost a satin sheet, so fragile that you cannot touch it lest you disturb its perfect placement. My senses betray me yet i know this is who i am, and at this exact time i am exactly where i am supposed to be. I am in love, and claire morrison is my center, my fulcrum, my obsession. Claire morrison, even her name has the power to bring me cowering to my knees. She is my life, my soul, my heart, my love, she is everything i have ever wanted. the combined embodiement of ever dream i have ever had, every want i have ever lusted. She is my hopes manifested. She is my aphrodite. She is my life.
She must be an angel.
I have never felt anything before. I have never experienced this phenomonon, called feeling before this very moment. For campared to this nothing i have ever beheld could be called anything within the same terminology, nothing i have ever experienced is feeling at all. It just something you do, soomething you say, a reaction, a nessesity. But this exact moment, starring into the eyes of this girl, this is feeling, oh god, i dont know what else to call it. She is so beautiful, she is so perfect. I guess society would deem this love. I guess this is what movies talk about, but no, this is something else, this is so much more. Its like looking through the lense of a camera, and focusing on a singular item. The fuzz, the background, the insignificant materials; these are every moment i have ever thought i felt something, and this one thing this most beautiful face, is now. Never before have i felt so small, so insignificant. Its like looking into the sky, its so big so endless, and i, i am so small, so finite, but this face, oh my god this face, leaves me breathless. If everything i have ever experienced in my life is hell, then this is most assuredly heavan. The small freckles on her nose and the space between her cheek and eyes, the same place that water swells and falls from my very own face at this exact moment, the mole on her right cheek, the shape of her eye lashes, they are like nothing i have ever seen before. My whole life i have been walking around in a milky cloud, a cataract abyss, void of beauty, i have been buried for a lifetime and i have seen the sun for the first time. Have you ever seen something that was so beautiful that you just cried? Have You ever seen something so beautiful that it released all your emotions, your being into that one vision before your eyes. This girl, this face, she is my ocean, she is my sky, she is my everest, for i climb and see that no other mauntain is nearly so high. Maybe that is whats happening, maybe the air is just so thin from up here that such a face could move me to tears, but no its not the skin that screams touch me caress me. Its not the curly hair that grasps my fingers and wraps around them like the wind holds you as you walk along the sea. Its something else its behind the face behind the beauty, its something else, its inside, inside of me. I beleive that no one else in the history of the world has quite felt like this. I believe that anyone who has ever said i love you has had only a slight attraction in comparison to what i behold at this very moment. She lies asleep her body like a rose pedal laid so gently acrost a satin sheet, so fragile that you cannot touch it lest you disturb its perfect placement. My senses betray me yet i know this is who i am, and at this exact time i am exactly where i am supposed to be. I am in love, and claire morrison is my center, my fulcrum, my obsession. Claire morrison, even her name has the power to bring me cowering to my knees. She is my life, my soul, my heart, my love, she is everything i have ever wanted. the combined embodiement of ever dream i have ever had, every want i have ever lusted. She is my hopes manifested. She is my aphrodite. She is my life.
She must be an angel.