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Supernova
Dare I wonder if I've found what I've been looking for?
A man so perfect that my private universe stops spinning and the zodiac begins to fall from the black glass walls of the fish bowl, peeling back the accumulation of mistrust and misdeeds reavealing!
Love.
Bright, shining, clean, yellow, red, and blue!
(True blue.)
Love.
I would have never guessed that that goofy, obnoxious, artist and musician from my freshman art class would be the one for me.
At least for now.
Because who's to know what is and what isn't when one doesn't know who one is anyway.
And what if one is actually two?
Two separate sections floating in the sticky plasma of the "almosts" only to realize that they're the corner piece to a puzzle with only two parts.
Him and I.
And the picture on the puzzle is something like the Mona Lisa only
she smiles a big toothy grin with one thumb up and the other hand giving an air-five to the passerby.
He has dug me out of my head and slapped a sticker on my heart that reads,
"Hello! My name is: HIS"
He screamed my name through the chaos of the storm in my fish tank and pulled me out by the gills and forced me to realize my home was full of air instead of water.
And when he said, "I love you,"
however cautious and mumbled it might have been,
I believed him.
My wings unfolded to let out the moths and mothballs and I sighed in relief
that I wasn't the only one in love.
So when we say it now,
I shake.
A smile creeps up on me and colors sharpen.
And I feel
like candy.
But when I say it to him,
he melts.
Relaxing into me,
disappearing into me.
Kissing me till the wallpaper peels.
And I love it.
So tell me...
Dare I?
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