When you don't experience something in reality, you've to create an imaginative arena, with your own characters, emotions, contradictions, and a perfect setting to let these entities wander. Describing one of such beautiful, awe-inspiring imaginative entity.
She-is beautiful. I fell for her at the very sight. It was love at first sight, at last sight,at ever and ever sight.!.. I run out of adjectives, descriptive words whenever she fills my mind. She has been a subject of my thoughts. An object of my awe; A verb defining my actions. I don't even have to pay full attention to think about her, that even a slight clue or a remnant trace of her thought, excites me instantly. She don't have a name. Or it should be said, I'm yet to name her.!
She is not materialistic. She is not real. An illusion. An imaginative object, that stands a testimony to my impeccable creativity..! She totally belongs to me. She belongs to my personal space. I created her, nurtured, and incubated in the deepest crevice of my sub-conscious. She grew with me. I grew with her. It's been a decade, since she born. She born, on a night; Probably, she the first living character created in my imagination.
The sub-conscious thought impulses reflects the need of the soul every time. A dream factory, that generates a framework, where infinite landscapes created in varied tones. We create people, the way we like. Or the way we hate. We sometimes remodel the people in real world, with a different characteristic traits. I created you at the dawn of my teenage; on the verge of my childhood era. You was the utmost need of the hour then. You was created to quench the thirst of the young man, born out of my childhood; A tiny droplet of water to quench the hormonal appetite that was just sprouted.
An abstract image in black and white shade, carved out in the entrenched area of the mind, far off from the awkward realism of the reality,were to be created during the budding stages of my teen, which lay as a personification of the girl, fitting the creeks left out by the wariness of Life and filling the unhealed voids left out by it's scars. This imaginative personification of the girl, has always been periodically replaced by almost every girl, who was looking good enough to transfix my gaze on her on the first sight. The texture and the hues of this mental image may vary. But not it's nature. Water adopts to the shape of it's container. But the container has nothing to do with it's volume.Likewise, the mental image, the personification of my search for the better half, remains intact, irrespective of the girls periodically filling it's space, only to get replaced eventually by other girls. In other words, I've created a mental abstract framework for the nature of the girl, and I just dynamically alter her appearance with the features of the girl, who'd impressed me in such a way to fit to this framework.
You, are probably the 7th girl to get into this entrenched personal space, penetrating various stages of filtration. You look good. As I said, I run short of adjectives to describe you. You fall in an uncategorized category, that is apart from the basic Good looking-Bad looking comparisons. It's love that changed my outlook on you. I loved you deeply, and so, I observed you deeply and not the other way around.!
As you're sitting there, opposite to me, with a transcending gaze, intruding to the deep crevices of my personal space, which I've not opened up so often to anyone. Like a skilled investigating personnel, extracting words with a lie detector, you trigger me to speak my heart just with the aid of your soul penetrating gaze. That gaze, just the mere thought of it, have the potential to transport me to an infinite space boundless of space and time.
Through you, I discovered the love for myself. You make the buds of pride to bloom; The pride induced by the thought of owning an object of exceptional beauty. Perfectly chiseled features, a little pointed nose, lips that are perfectly in sync with the eyes giving aplenty of varied body language or lip language, as I prefer to call it, with calculated, varied amounts of contractions and expansions, reflecting various possible moods of the eye. It will be difficult to describe your neck, without cliche'd metaphors. But I'll say, it has a low leveled, little empty space that'll make a perfect couch for my Adam's apple to rest, while I kiss you. You're an infinitely blooming ever budding rose..!
I limit myself in describing everything about you in a single post. I assure you, that you will be re-christened with words, every time my emotions towards you ebb. :)
P.S. : Sometimes we ought to do something we love, forcefully, just to feel good. I love writing. I love linguistics. But then, love needs to be expressed. Not suppressed. So, I'm just writing this post, more out of compulsion, to be in touch with this beloved habit, than out of the urge to write.
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