I almost feel as though my soul chose his. And that’s a difficult thing for a soul to forget. As if his personality of roses and poetry wrapped a blanket around mine when it was cold and cracking. I try to forget everything, but two souls don’t find each-other simply by accident. I can’t seem to forget him or the looks he gave me, or the way his eyes glow in the shade versus the light. A different comfort than what I find in the arms of parents. I’ve always been told to never give up on something that you cant go a day without thinking about and I think its beautiful to have something that makes it so difficult to go without, to the point functioning is simply out of the question. seeing him walk by will always make my stomach twist and twirl head spin and flip, but I can live with the feeling that pushes the butterflies in my stomach up and out.