Her, to me, is the one
girl that can not be done justice, in words, by anything but her name. She is
indescribable. When you think of her it is impossible to separate her face from the rush of
emotion that goes with it. She is that girl, that in her
flaws you find
perfection,
beauty, and
desire.
"Her" is the one that you could never have. It isn't that you are unable obtain the
attention or
affection of her, but rather that a lifetime with her would never allow you to
dive deep enough into what she really is.
Her is in reference to any
person, it is the feeling from a person or perhaps a glow, and
aura of emotion connecting two people.
Soft.
Warm. The
bond is the strongest feeling you have ever had, or wanted, but it feels like it is weak and fragile. It's not
lust. It's not
desire. It isn't even
love. Well, perhaps love. I can't ever say I've been in love. Inside it feels like a warm summer's day trapped in a
body of ice tickling ever corner looking for some way out. She makes you
laugh for no reason and your body glows.
The thought of her makes you cry, smile, melt, glow, freeze, choke, and breathe in life all at once.