There is Something About You
Ok, this was written and I'm debating putting it up here since i don't know how i feel about it per say. It was inspired, and if the surrounds and individual who inspired it isn't known, i'm not sure how it will read.
Also, this isn't really supposed to be text, its a kind of monologue, meant to be read, and flows a lot better when spoken.
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There is something about you, you specifically that sets you apart from all the other girls I've ever met before. I mean, most them are the nice ones, you say hi, they are friends, come and go everyone passes. Occasionally a few of those will be the girls who you lock eyes with though, and there is that hard and fast moment of communication, the type that is above your conscious level, or maybe below, ingrained in the base instinct of a man, but covered up by years of programming. Those girls though, if you can hold on to them and not just have them walk away are the ones you date. And out of that select group, there are the special ones.
The special girls in my life I look at, and I don't just see them sitting across from me, eating their soup and sandwich, I see them and our future, I see us jet-setting around the world, standing on beaches smiling, taking a photo of me taking a photo of her. I see all smiles and fun and rolling on beaches and passion and the urge to grab you tight and never let you go, just squeeze and run and run until we both give up and die at age 28, spent of every possible emotion and energy that life has allotted us.
When I look at you though, I see all that, all the images that the special girls invoke, but then there is something else; something unique to only you. I see you standing in a back yard, simple, green. Holding a child on your right hip, thrown out just enough that he doesn't slip off. I see you beam a smile at me of emotion and joy deeper than should be possible, then turn your face into the sun, then into our son's face where you nuzzle his nose with yours, whispering to him. Then he smiles.
That's the only image beyond the norm, but it takes up more time and focus in my mind than all the others combined.
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