Want.

I don't feel whole without her.

What else is there to say? I mean, that's it, right? That's the final truth that discerns whether or not you're soft on her.

I want the birthmark on her right hand pressed to my lips. I want her wavy hair intertwined with mine. I want her bright, observant smile shining upon my deeds. I want her world to envelop mine, but still I do not know her... have I just created a much-too-perfect image of her in my mind's eye?

She is everything I want, and everything I cannot allow myself to have. I only wish her own opinions were more powerful.