Mad love is a feeling that seems enjoyable and sparks fly with fireworks. Being with your significant other gives you the new perspective on life with such pleasantries that you never care about anything else in the world at all. Movies and TV give that impression to our society but actually finding someone that means so much to you that you can't even describe it to anyone is the true feeling of enlightenment. Especially when you never discovered that feeling before in my life. Only feeling despair and loneliness, not connecting together with others. But when you lose so much hope turns into an empty word with little to no meaning. Ending towards a life of complete nothingness I continue to feel self pity. No one cares, well some do it's just you don't realize it until it's too late. No one really understands but I digress it's the existentialist in me. I just miss her so much. Happiness was an intermediate to my deprived emotional schema. I miss everything about her, her scent, her smile, her voice. God when she called me puddin my heart melted like a first time lover. Funny this is she was my first love. Done anything for her enjoy, her company from my couch downstairs to the children's hospital in Hershey for surgery. She was something special, not your average teenage girl but I never wanted something average. I just want her. Such a sexy little minx beneath the sheets. To hold her in my arms once more and hear her beautiful voice say those three little words would make me smile truly once more. I could die with a smile on my face and it would be magical. All I want is that and nothing more in this life but sometimes hope isn't always available for everyone. Death seems appealing in my current state but what seems appealing to one won't help others that care about me. I'm sorry.

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"Jack." A mysterious woman calling his name.

"Genie." He doesn't understand who she is.

"Jack." She's starting to fade.

"Who are you?" Everything is going into a flash

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Jay waking up from his abrupt dream. Sweating a little, he doesn't understand who she was. He sometimes had dreams like this. He didn't realize what they meant and they confused him greatly. But something now distant himself away from his distress, his harley.

Staring at his little Harlequin he smiled genuinely. She was wrapped around his arm not letting go for hours. She glommed onto him while she slept like an angel in his eyes. For sleeping alone for god knows how long, he was getting used to his little girl in his bed. This isn't the first time they were bonded together in the sheets but he just looks at her and feels complete. He never felt so together, in a way he was a little scared by the thought.

He was feeling reassured by the natural smile that formed on her lips. Her luscious red lips so irresistible to him. Smirking he leaned toward her breathtaking face, even when sleeping he felt like the luckiest man in the world. To have someone who wants nothing but love and affection he felt like he could actually care for another human being. Kissing her lips gently not trying to wake her up suddenly. He couldn't get enough of his toy. The kiss was a minute long no more no less. He returned to his position in which he woke up. Turning to her once more he says those three little words.

"I love you."

Not opening her eyes she simply replies:

"I love you too puddin."

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