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The Entity

Today i missed a person.  A companion. I missed the ideal which is undefined, yet perfectly understood. She isn't a person. She is an entity. An experience. An idea. I missed her. I missed her when I was out with my friends. I don't know who she is, or where she is. But I missed her as sorely as I would've if she had a name and space in my heart. 
Having her beside me would have completed the experience of completion itself. Threading our fingers together as we talked into the sunset, tucking those shiny stray strands of silk from her face, to behind her ears. Inhaling her delicate parfum, feeling the slight curve of her hips, touching her smooth fair skin, as I hear her soft musical laugh dissolve into my blood like some potent drug.. 
She overcomes all my senses. The feel, sound and touch of her fills me up. I am lost in her spell that she unknowingly weaves around me, every minute that we're together. Her scent makes me do things I'd never have thought possible. She makes me a better person. The need to be with her, for her overshadows anything else I've known before. 
Yet she stays hidden from me. She's an idea. Not an object. She brings alive such a palate of emotions. She is like the night sky alive with the sparkles of countless stars. She is my hope for being a better person in every way, every day. 

With inputs from my friend R. Prem.

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