Her, to me, is the one girl
that can not be done justice, in words, by anything but her name. She is indescribable
. When you think of her it is impossible to separate her face from the rush of emotion
that goes with it. She is that girl, that in her flaw
s you find perfection
, and desire
"Her" is the one that you could never have. It isn't that you are unable obtain the attention
of her, but rather that a lifetime with her would never allow you to dive
deep enough into what she really is.
Her is in reference to any person
, it is the feeling from a person or perhaps a glow, and aura
of emotion connecting two people. Soft
. The bond
is the strongest feeling you have ever had, or wanted, but it feels like it is weak and fragile. It's not lust
. It's not desire
. It isn't even love
. Well, perhaps love. I can't ever say I've been in love. Inside it feels like a warm summer's day trapped in a body
of ice tickling ever corner looking for some way out. She makes you laugh
for no reason and your body glows.
The thought of her makes you cry, smile, melt, glow, freeze, choke, and breathe in life all at once.