Prose

Oh my friend, how long have I known you?
A week, or perhaps the best part of my life?
Does it even really matter,
Does it matter at all?
Of course it does. It matters a bunch. Life is short but not too short to understand before acting.
To leap before looking.
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So what will I do then. Will I intoxicate myself with your beauty, and allow your eyes to be my portals to joy and happiness? Will I learn from your mind and find wisdom in its strength?? Will I do nothing and wait for your hand to grasp for mine?
All I know to do is to wait and watch and live.