it is in the singles bar, in the distance of a face

As she withdrew, Jim could only pretend full grasp of his emotions.

I want your memories; beyond your thoughts. I want to know everything about you, and also nothing; I want you to have mystery, self-sufficience, wholeness to which I cannot contribute nor comprehend, for all your wonder.

To watch the incontrovertible woman that you are, fine as the stars and shrewd as the sands, she that commands wholly all that is hers, grow and flourish in ways undefinable.

To breathe your sweet chill. To be your broad warmth.

To never truly understand what it is you make me feel.