Meeting Casper Imagine leaning against the sink in the bathroom of this house party while they sit on the floor across from you; the only source of light are some scented candles and dim fairy lights. You're both high and a little bit drunk and don't really know how you ended up there, but you're looking into their eyes and can't even describe what you see. It's the electricity of soul mates; it's love and lust and bitterness and humanness and everything in between. You long to intertwine with their soul, you long to stare into those eyes for all eternity. Those damn fucking eyes. They watch you and wonder what you're thinking. They even ask you, “what's on your mind?” You come closer, touching their arm, you feel the electric current between you, the spark everyone talks about, you see it now. The fireworks. You don't say anything, because there are no words to say, both of you know what's up. You want to breathe them in like oxygen. To kiss ...
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