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Dear Sun

People delineate their desires through their wants. They desire something only when they want to. We meet many souls while roaming outside or while doing something not that mundane. Why don't we want to express our desires for them or make ourselves dive into something imaginarily fantastic dreams that include them? People beautifully narrate their specific stories because they want; they describe their current situations how they want not how the situation is being wanted. People tell someone they like how they want, not how that someone is. Want is one of the most underrated emotions. You see someone's eyes and you start to describe those pairs of black numb eyes, filled with nothing, by comparing your one of the most desirable things or one of the warmest sceneries. Why? Because you want to. You want to only compare your most fantasy, heinously gorgeous, and illusionary thoughts to that person. Why not for other people? Because you don't want to. Why is it only wanted? Because your wants sometimes catch something so soulful and it warms your wants and you just can't help but delineate it with the things you earlier wanted. You want to try to grasp that only particular thing or person or scenery so dearly that sometimes your every want is showcased in that something so much wanted now. Such as, you don't describe every person's eyes as oceanic; you don't narrate everyone's eyes as rendezvous, you don't soulfully describe someone's eyes relentless and at the same time soft, you don't say everyone's eyes are sometimes longing, sometimes yearning for something, you don't say everyone's eyes are saddened, grieving and sometimes beaming with joy and happiness. But you say that particular person's eyes are relentlessly and horrendously deep and oceanic. But you say that particular person's eyes are filled with starlets letting the universe know that they are the brightest in it. Do you? Oh yes, you do. Because of what? Want. You only want that person's emotions to match your wants so that you can narrate because what you want is to choose that soul before anything. And now all you want is that person. Ironic isn't it?

Let's say I want you, I have got my eye on you. Let's say now I want to describe your eyes, your cheeks, your hair, your moles, your lips, your ears, your nose, your smile, and your every emotion. Let's say I want to keep believing my wants are worthy. Let's say I want to keep narrating you as mine, as my way, and as everything I possibly wanted in this universe. Let's say I want to fall for you. I want to fall more now and so much more that I want it to end me now. Let's say I want you to look at me just the way I described how your eyes would look at me. I want you to express every hungry and heavenly deep thought just the way I narrated it for you. I want you to be my person. I want you to breathe just the right amount of breaths I have predicted, let's say I want your smiles to be curved just the way I imagined. I want your silence to be poetic of just the words I wrote. I want it to be your desires to be my instincts; I want your wants to be mine. I want me to be you to know you…till heaven lets us meet, till I can't help but close my eyes, till I can't help but stop thinking and narrating you and your godly, awfully, and manly self. I want my destruction to be lined by your hands; I want your skin to be exactly as delicate as I can feel without you touching me. I want to touch you just the way I want and just the same way you want. I want you to live inside me and tell me what you want, it's all about want and I want you more than I want to fall in love with you.

Yours Sunflower