I wrote as soon as he left. I crawled under my covers, pushed my glasses closer to my eyes, and grabbed the nearest pen and notebook. All day I wanted to write a new story, but as I begin to jot down the thoughts in my head all I could write about was love and it's new affect on me.
I started my story about him. I always wanted to do that. Have a man come into my life and write about our relationship. I'm not sure why exactly. Maybe to see its beauty on paper, so that I could re-live it over and over, but no man has ever reached that level with me before. I never truly sat down and wrote about them. I wrote about what was wrong with the picture and what needed to be painted over, or if the canvas had gone to waste. But with you it's different. I write about the truth and the connection we have.
Another story I want to write about is a whole new world. Something I can live through my writing. Something beyound the stars and beyound our percepetion of Earth. But when I think about it... all I still see is you. You're my whole new world.
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...i can't help but think of aladdin and jasmine.
"it's a whole new woooorld....."
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