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Loved the red sea

 (This is purely fiction and please don't report this to my parents ;p)

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My fantasies were coated by perfect men from books who spoke perfect words to flow the hem of my skirt and the strings of my heart.

These men knew every poem ever written and every fairytale ever told. These men loved children and respected women. These men were crafted from a woman's pencil. I longed for these men.

Painful to realize a real man is made of dirt and dust. They are made up of rhythmless tunes and mismatched words. They are clever yet need help to understand their feelings. They make me grip my hair and groan in distress. I could never find a prince of books.

Then I got a man. Perfect at see but flawed at saw. These hip of imperfections could not match my dreams. Mismatch at its finest.

1 don't want to see but I observe and am curious. Who is this? Who is he who dreams of me?

One of his kind, I dare say. The open arms invite me and hug me so tight, it's difficult to breathe. Actions pulled right in. This guy doesn't have the prince's charm on his white horse but entertains a glitzy eye when he talks of passion. He fixes his hair occasionally to show how different hairs and people can be. He dreams of things beyond me and my little life.

His rough hands feel so soft when I seek warmth. His eyeballs fill with compassion and want when I mix my emotions. I could have never witnessed my fall but I did. For a man so flawed with raw flavors and taste buds, I got in too deep just too soon.

Saurya, why did you settle for so less when you wanted the world?

This is my world. A world that seeks strength, sincerity, and security. A bundle of joy and happiness. I wish I could provide him with the same comfort and warmth he cocoons me. He isn't like the fancy prince I dream of, but he will be. A future awaits him. 

He is a good man with a big heart and an even bigger smile: I seldom find myself alone there. I love him so much. I love him even when it's physically impossible to love someone that much. He is a good man with a big heart and an even bigger smile: I seldom find myself alone there. 

I love him so much. I love him even when it's physically impossible to love someone that much. I crave him every day and everywhere. My heart opens in places I didn't know existed, my heart opens for him and only him. 

I hold his sad smile and his lonely eyes that provide a home to me and my flaws. I have come home. Let me be here. Let me stay for now. I want to think about tomorrow when it arrives because I don't trust it will.

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