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As I write these aimless words I try to question my current morals in my life. But they all appear sound and I silently try to justify my actions and thoughts. The way I could never be expressed in as much eloquence as one would like, but documentation is important, history has told us that. My "emotions" are usually hogged by lust and desire and upon meeting this new person, that is actually not generally endowed with conventional or physical beauty I am gently brushed by the thought that from the very first time we met, I had always engaged in a deep "fondness" for this person. A person can wrap their meaning up in any 'costume' they wish, but their intentions remain clear. Using my best receptors around this person and I have tried to judge to the best of my ability, those feelings that are terribly confusing to myself. It's almost as though I know him through and through and yet, I actually know very little. This has been hinted to some of those close to me, however it is through my own naive` perceptions that I raise my personal hopes to heart wrenching thought that perhaps in some twisted world that he could actually engage in one drunken romantic act. As one can see, my hopes aren't set that high, but high enough to silently brighten the day. The funny thing is that the old cliche` is true, personality goes further than the most technologically advanced probes and ships in space. Sitting there today, I was almost in awe of him and his prescence, my thoughts were his, we connected on a range of topics and I did feel like an untold bond was forming, yet someone was holding back. "Was it him or me? Am I too afraid of admitting my true feelings for fear that they will shatter and form soft cool tears upon my cheek?" Even the goodbye was touching, it was almost as though he was trying to draw a bond between the two of us. Filled once with regret I TRY to move forward but some how, I know heart that I am scared. Why should this even matter? You like somebody...WOW! The fact is that I think that something might happen, however that hope is much too gloriously delightful for my pessemistic mind. I can only express to an extent how I feel in words, actions are fruitless, and I pray, hope, gently wish upon a star, simply to know they way that he feels. Many are faces without names, many are "All Physciality without personality." But he actually is a name, a personality, an intellectual being filled with substance! Many have probably guessed who I am speaking. At the end of this piece I am still sitting here wondering what may happen. A cloud of confusion sweeps the air and many are felt wondering where they stand when I comes to somebody new...
Braiden Dunn
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