Desires

A little bit of creative writing for you!
Really, it's just punctuated graffiti. 
~ A


Once in a while, she catches herself lingering a little too long for what she tries to pass off as a "glance". 
Occasionally she finds herself wandering through the open fields of daydreams where their futures are sunflowers in full bloom; soaking in sunshine together, loving and beautiful. 
Sometimes, she gets stuck entertaining suggestions that taking action could inspire a change and things could realign and become a path to brightness and happiness with life.
Constantly, her heart and brain are at war with each other. Her feelings - too intense to ignore - are contrasted by the fear of rejection, and the agony of realizing that some things aren't meant to be. Perhaps they never were.
Ultimately, she realizes she's spending time planning for things that won't happen. She resigns to an unending span of days ahead, hoping in each hour for a strong longer-than-usual hug, a sweet kiss on the cheek, the gentle brush of his hand upon hers; the short glimpses of intimacy so many take for granted. She thrives powerfully on the tiny encounters in which he is solely hers; she desperately clutches them, willing them to sustain her until the next moment comes along.  
She loves him, and he her. The remainder, a difference between familial love and the love of a soul.