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I’ve come in contact with many amazing women over my short life, but I’ve recently come across something new. A different feeling. this is a very personal blog that probably should not be publicly shared but here we are. 

I am single, I’m not in love and the girl who inspired this writing will never read this and most likely would not care. This is a girl who is beautiful in every way. Much quicker and snappier than I. She’s independent and knows what she wants. Her and I are coworkers, friends, acquaintances. I saw her last evening and I guess what really stirred in me was how in control she is. Not in control of me but just herself. I could be wrong but she seems like the type of person who it doesn’t matter how much I call her or don’t call her, she will either choose me or she won’t. She isn’t one to be pursued, she either makes you her selection or she doesn’t. The best you can do is just live your life and do everything you can to be the best you and who knows what could happen. She is an amazing woman that I can imagine many men would love to be with. 

The fact that only seeing her a handful of times has got me writing this is bizarre, and maybe even sad. I think in some weird way I’m inspired by her. Any time I’ve ever called her we haven’t seen each other, yet when she calls me she’ll end up on my doorstop within 30 minutes. Her and I are friends and nothing more. I found myself in some sort of poetic misery after she left last evening. Vying to see her again, but knowing a phone call would do no good. I’ll see her again when she chooses to see me.