The Knowing What do I know of her I may tell you? Limited insight biases my notions as I wonder what more may lie within. I make her laugh with jubilant expression and that comfort makes me whole. There is a crinkle to her nose, astride dimpling cheeks when she evokes that endearing smile. And there is a melody in her movement, a song played for the yearning soul, longing for the chance to dance with her just one time. There is gentle truth about her way. It is the fashion in which she bids her friends, or others that may know her for but a while. She walks with the angels, yet finds her place here to share joy in our finest hours, and to mourn with us our darkest times. She consumes me. Of all the things I know of her, and those that I don't, I know there is a grievous ache in my heart each time from her I take my leave. It is the calamity in the man trying to surface but realizing he is out of air. She is my air, my every waking thought. And I know enough of her to decline further insight to who she is. Suffering the absence of anything more than I already know her to be is more than I could ever bear.
Reason for writing:
This was when I knew that I was in love with Jody, but didn't think she felt the same. However, we spent a lot of time together and it got harder to leave her company each day...
Birth sign: Virgo
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