I love the way you smile. The way your cheekbones rise and lips unfoil leaves me breathless. You have the most profound diction. Each word flows elegantly from your serpentine tongue. When you speak, I feel as though my extremities have been clamped in a vice. Fair skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. You adorn yourself in fall oranges and summer blues and your scent lingers at passing. I want to do everything in the world with you. We can travel the world, barhop in Spain, speed along the Autobahn in Germany, even see the Sistine Chapel in Italy. We are young and there is so much to look forward to. Life is an egg and we have sprung forth, yet our potential lies so far ahead. I want you to be mine. My one and only; the love of my life, the one to bear my children. They would be so beautiful. I could only hope they would take after their mother. We could explore, visit the Carribean and partake in mint juleps along the sound. Your parents would visit us at our vacation home in the Vatican and we would discuss the political fallacies of Greece over vintage Cabernet and shrimp Carbonara. We would laugh and they would smile. I'd look into your eyes and you into mine. And for that moment, nothing else in the world would matter. Not your parents, not corrupt politics, not nothing. Just you and me. Our children would be loved. So loved and adored. We could have three. They could come with us; you, me and our three beautiful children. They would learn by example and one day leave our cozy nest. We would be overwhelmed with sadness but confident in their direction. The years would pass and we would spend long nights and early mornings along a spacious porch holding hands, taking joy from the simple pleasures of life. Sunrises with your loved one, coffee and minute portions of baklava.
But then you fucked Jalele. Goddamit UNC Asheville
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But then you fucked Jalele. Goddamit UNC Asheville
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