Why do I miss someone I never really knew? I suppose I miss the warmth of his brown eyes or the way I felt when in his presence. I know I will never forget him. It is impossible to forget the feeling of wanting someone you can never have. My muse.
They say love is blind. I disagree. Infatuation is blind. Love is all-seeing and accepting. Love is seeing the flaws and blemishes and accepting them. Love is accepting the bad habits and mannerisms, and working around them.