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I long to write about her.

About her eyes, her sense of humor & her laugh.

All the small details are stories I want to put it into words.

She's infinity & I am curiosity, now we're a pair of hands fitting together.

I long for her, so I write it down, may she read my beating heart & find herself in every word.

My mother raised me in gardens, in ravines & the hollows of trees.

She taught me to worship women with eyes darker than the sea; with shoulders like altar tables & spines of steel.

So it’s no surprise I find myself falling for a woman with a mind that burns brighter than any flame I’ve held between two hands, a woman with a mouth of a goddess. When she speaks the air turns to magic.

With you I’ve learned the truth of fairytales, the parts never told. The special sincere secrets between the lines of text;

The messy, unfiltered, vulnerable bits.

Breathtaking, passionate,

laugh until our eyes water bits

the simple, spontaneous, memorable, "you're crazy" bits.

The skin tingling, heart thumping,

soul touching bits-

Forever finding more in every look, in our own special book.

- With you.

My fairytale, Abbey May Radnidge.

The one before the one.

“I feel like I will always be the one before the one.

I am the one who will overload your senses, I am too much of everything. I will be the one who teaches you exactly what you want from “the one.” With me you will see things as though the lights were turned too high so that you could barely see me. The music too loud that you couldn’t quite hear anybody else.

With the next person you end up with she will shine just brightly enough that you will be able to see everything you couldn’t see with me and the volume of her music will not leave you deaf when the song ends.

I will help you grow by pushing you to your limits, I will call you out when you’re wrong, I will ask you to do a little better than last time, and I will love you with a love you didn’t even know could exist. It will feel as though one hand I’ve given you to hold holds all the love in the world and the other holds the words my tongue lashes out with no filter.

These hands will teach you to speak freely without fear of condemnation and condescending judgements. You see after me, you’ll learn not only how to love yourself, but how to love her. She will tell you that she’s never experienced a love like yours, little will she know you had a love like that. You see, I am the one before the one. But like that scar you got from scraping your knee on the climb up your favorite mountain, you won’t forget me.

 When pieces of her emanate me, I will be present in the breath you hold in just a second too long at the memory of me, the sharp feeling on your tongue as you bite down as my name starts to slip through your mouth, the butterflies in your stomach as you remember the way my eyes lit up at your presence. Her smooth edges that represent who she is will often remind you of my jagged edges, the ones that cut you but you still loved to climb.

And for all those moments you’re reminded of me, you’ll touch your knee and realize you hadn’t climbed your favorite mountain to your favorite view in a while. You’ll wonder if instead of the smooth edged rock you’d found, you could’ve had a fine cut diamond with jagged edges. And as you look into her eyes and see your reflection you’ll wonder what the pressure of my love could’ve made.”

Look at lightning; It’s projection, the dicotyledons of leaves almost identical to the venation of our veins.

Look at the stars; Their celestial scatter coincides with our freckles, our spots & moles. The different tones in the sky consonant to the different tones that cover our skin.

Look at the bark of a tree; The splits, l cracks & the inconsistencies of the texture is so parallel to the wrinkles & fickleness of our skin.

The inner rings of a tree comparable to our finger prints the arches, loops & whorls are just as indistinctive as the growth rings of a tree stump.

We cannot deny the indistinguishable similarities & likewise we should not deny the affinity we have with the cosmos.

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I’m not clay, I cannot be moulded.

I am marble; I am chipped, cracked & tough.

I may not be able to be made into that perfect, smooth ceramic.

But below the surface there lies an incredibly divine sculpture, strong enough to last centuries.

I’m not here for a potter that will work, change their mind, roll me out & start again.

I’m here for the daring artist that meets my strength with respect & sees the beauty that lies within.

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She is deserving of more than she will ever know.

She inspires me to be the idea of love so grand she wants to experience; If she wanted love letters, I'd write her one for every moment of every day; I'd bleed my heart onto the paper.

I’d wish nothing more than to care for her the way she deserves & so much more.

If she wanted a flower, I’d make her a garden.

If she wanted to dance, I’d dance with her with my heart on my sleeve.

If she wanted the moon, I'd give it to her, I’d give my last breath to offer her the moon.

I'd show her, not just tell her.