“Each and every atom in my body was aligned in her direction. She was a foreign language I lusted over. I wanted her smiles, her laughs, her touches, her breaths, her lustrous beauty, her theater of expressions. I wanted to be like the air she breathed; that unnoticed, yet that essential, that vital. I craved her presence each night, I wanted her beside me, as intimate as two pages of a closed book.
But for now that book remains unfinished, and so it remains open. I can’t shake this feeling. I don’t intend to. I know I met her for a reason. I don’t know what it is yet. I may not tomorrow, either. But I will one day.”—Rashad Nasir (via rashadsays)