Like the soda, a crush. A person you recognize as the final piece of your emotional puzzle. They provide mental security for the future, they offer a beautiful tomorrow, they arouse the kind of moments one could only enjoy through imagination....but they just aren't there yet, they are acquiantances or friends, passerbys or classmates....a wish, a gorgeous prospect, one who is the option that is forever left in the hands of circumstance...never assurance
Brooke is my orange soda, I wish she was just accepting of seeing me more than just as a guy who talks but a guy that is willing to listen. I don't love her, but I love what she is. Only if I could let her know.
