I loved a boy once. Before I knew it I had enraptured myself in the largest folly I ever understood. There I stood admiring a human being for the impecable posture of his physique not knowing his name, family, nor life. Social media I thought would fill the gap the distance our hometowns created. All I saw were images of a boy deemed perfect in my fantasies. I hoped those images and comments would give the insight to his soul, yet all I could make out after hours of stalking him was that he was a narcissistic musician who enjoyed star wars. Is this enough to love a person? It was for a short while, for a simple minded young girl growing up in a world where personal image is real enough to spend thousands of dollars and enough grounds to disrespect others. Social media was not enough. So I asked around, and met him in person. Time passed and nothing happened.
Was it okay to throw away my attention to a person to whom I was essentially nonexistent? how could I have lived so long on the hope that his soul was as beautiful as his image. I dream with getting to know people down to their last soul's wisper yet I failed this time round.
The day ends and yet I want to love so strong I become an author from the sensation and inspiration another human being provokes in our darkest hour.
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LIWC Analysis of the above writing:
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