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i suppose that i have always wanted to fall in love with a photographer so that he could manipulate light and shutter speed to make the shape of my eyes and the curve of my lips into a work of art so beautiful that you could blow it up and put it across your walls.
i suppose that i have always wanted to fall in love with a musician so that he could use notes and tempo and harmony to turn the sound of my laughter and the smooth skin on the back of my knees into a song so lovely that even the beginning notes on a scratchy tape recorder would be enough to make you catch your breath.
i suppose that i have always wanted to fall in love with a writer so that he could romanticize hearing me breathe as we drift off to slip and how i bite my lip and half smile when i'm embarassed into a poem so amazing that your heart would hurt with jealousy and regret for the one that got away.
i suppose that i have always wanted to fall in love with an artist so he could paint and sketch the small of my back and the freckles across my nose and the dip in my collarbone into a piece so gorgeous that you would pay thousands of dollars to hang it in your front room and memorize the pieces of me as if you painted it yourself.
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i suppose that i have always wanted to be that girl. the one that made you fall and the one that made you catch your breath and the one that made you write and sing and create.
i suppose that i have always wanted to be the girl that inspired beauty.