Our own

A excerpt from my book on Wattpad. "Mr. Alpha meet your Angel"

I keep telling myself that it's you Hunter.

And there are so many feelings floating through the air, and I want to ramble on and on, but I might cause a headache for the both of us, that is, if you are listening. I want to apologize. I want to say that I am sorry. I am sorry for always staring and not really saying much. It's just that I am trying to comprehend how you and I could coexist when you shine brighter than a thousand suns and I seem to fall darker than my own shadow. 

 And what gives me hope is that I know in my heart that there is a place for the both of us. That if I could swim to the bottom of the ocean or search across the galaxies, the stars will align and be my guide to our perfect world.  How does ones soul feel connected to another the way mine craves the company of yours? 

I keep hoping we will find our place together, someday. 

I don't need you to tell me that their is a galaxy in my eyes Hunter. And I don't want to hear about the nonexistent flowers blooming in my mind. I do not wish to be told that I echo in your bones in a metaphorical language I don't speak. Do not lie to me with hollow words. No, just look into my eyes and say my name. Tell me if you lay awake at night and think about when our hands brushed. Run your fingers through my hair even if it's knotted at the ends even if I look away in embarrassment. Serve as my reminder in the beauty of ones reality. I am a simple girl Hunter. You do not have to build me an imaginary world of our own. Plant your feet firmly on the cracked, uneven ground under the gloomy, clouded skies and tell me that we will make this world our own.