The Clockwork Syndicate

She’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted…needed him. He was pure perfection to her; he could do no wrong in her eyes. Yet this indescribable space between them seemed almost too unbearable. It was very contradictory. What she wanted in the physical sense, was to hold him, to memorize his smile when he laughed, to take in his cologne laced scent, to feel the way his warmth enveloped her, becoming her sanctuary. What she wanted in the emotional sense, was to simply be in the same room as him, to have the knowledge of his presence, to simply exist in his mind and heart. Her longing for him caused her this slow, dull ache, though, she was elated to feel it. It was the proof people so often seeked when it came to enlightened romance. She’d found it, and retained it dear within herself. She was at the point where she felt ready to jump from her own skin, yet somehow, at that exact moment in time…a picture and a song seemed to be just enough…