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The Imposible Man
The minute I look at her, all things around me stop. Or seem so, since my heart beats so fast. Faster faster it beats. My mind melts, melts like a popsicle on the side walk on a hot summer day. The butterflies in my stomach flap up a storm, a tornado in my stomach. And every day, I fall in love even more so than the last. Every time, every time her eyes look upon me, I can't help but look so deep into them. Like orbs of pure and utter bliss, and I just get lost. Oh my impossible, improbable girl, how my search has been so long. The many mountains and rivers I've crossed in search of a place where loneliness ends. Even so, I have found you. But time, time, is not on my side. Too many obstacles, much like the rest, separate my morality and my love, from my mind. My impossible girl, oh how you look at me with those unwavering eyes. How you talk to me with that sweet tone in your voice. I don't know what I should do. I know not whether to wait, and let time tell it's tale, or if I act, and tell my tale for it. All the better. For it is uncertainty under certain events that dictate life in its truest form. I'm lost, so lost. Waiting, for my impossible girl to call for me, to finally, call for her impossible man.
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