I will tell you something.
From when I was young. When I was in my brave teens. When my soul was pure and I bled wild poetry. When I wanted more than I understood, and far more than I could define.
When I was discovering that true beauty was both everywhere and yet impossibly rare.
And when I discovered that it was one thing to be able to attract, and yet quite another to attract that which one’s heart desired.
Unexpectedly I was almost spoilt for choice. But I wanted a certain girl. I desired a certain girl. I needed a certain girl. Someone beyond special.
So I dreamt of her.
I invented a girl.
She was beautiful Heart-stoppingly, achingly, eloquently beautiful. She had a body to die for. Elegant, sensual, gorgeous curves, immaculate skin. She was smart, creative and utterly unique.
She entered my consciousness and never…
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