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She will be mine one day. Her eyes will look up at me and encompass all I have to offer. They will capture me like I capture her. I will be their prisoner. As they glow I will glow. No night, no moon, no star can outshine. When I close my eyes I think only of hers, and her smile perks up like her eyes do. They are not light, yet I see them in the dark. I imagine them as green or blue, yet I know them to be brown. I see them brighter for what they do to me. They see into my soul I feel like. Into my heart. Yet I know they cannot see past my skin. She cannot see past my skin. That´s why she will never know my heart or soul. But they know her. I feel her when I close my eyes. I see her eyes again. I feel my breath. It is not short or long, just stronger. It´s filling. As if I could live off of it. Live off of her. I hope this is love, I would not know. It feels good to breathe now. I like the way she makes me feel. Whether or not I ever have her does not matter. What she does to me is greater than what she could ever do for me. I will not call this love. If I do I´m afraid I will never love again.