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06. fill the void

     i used to think i was mature, that i was strong and that i knew what i was doing,

     i used to think i'd never fight, that i was a pacifist, that i didn't need anything.

     that was before i met her, 

     i'd fight for her,

     i never knew i'd need her to fill the void.

     there are many first encounters, and many last encounters,

     but i think the in-between ones had affected me more.

     from the slight turning of her head to look at me across the hall,

     to the brilliant grins that could light up my world.

     to think i never noticed her until a few years ago was a mistake on my part, 

     only down the street, a phone call away.

     i remembered her as the girl who spoke too much,

     but now she barely talks at all.

     and maybe that was another mistake;

     to remember at all.

     i think we had the same class that day,

     she was hurriedly rushing past, her fragility almost disappearing.

     watching her speak passionately was like walking barefoot through glass shards,

     knowing i'd bleed, knowing it would hurt, but i knew the destination would be worth it.

     except, that moment she went past by,

    her hand had barely touched mine, yet i felt on fire.

     i was a supposed unlit match; an anomaly, 

     and she was my supposed catalyst.

- fill the void