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Makenzie Campbell

2 AM Thoughts

Copyright  2018 by Makenzie Campbell

This edition published by arrangement with

Central Avenue Publishing c/o Susan Schulman Literary Agency

All rights reserved.



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To all who have believed, encouraged, and inspired me to write this.

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You are holding my heart in your hands. My emotions have bled out on each and every page with the ink of my pen. Your eyes will discover my soul.

Your fingers are casually flipping through my mind. I hope you find each delicate word as captivating as the stars. And I hope a piece of you feels what I felt when creating this art.




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Im so obsessed with falling in love that every time I meet a man, I lose myself in him.



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I like my rough edges. Smooth women are too easy to climb.



I dont like easy.



I want a man willing to hike mountains for me, or I dont want a man at all.



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My dream man does not consist of a perfectly structured face and well sculpted muscles. He, whoever he may be, does not have any physical requirements.



When I dream, I think of men who have the patience to wait hours for the wind while floating in the middle of the eternal sea. I think of caring and gentle eyes gazing into mine and giving me a sense of purpose. A heavy soul so deep and so complex it could take years to understand, but he never denies me a passageway into its thickness. An open heart that spills easily into mine, bleeding colors and painting memories.



I think of love. The ability he has to hold such a precious thing. The manner in which he carries such a fragile emotion. The way he is able to unconditionally love me for me.



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Life is to be lived 



To experience adventure.



To travel the world.



To learn exciting things.



And it is too short



to not.



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Do not let the dust collect in your soul.



Live a life so fulfilling that it will never have enough time to do so.



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My heart craves to feel a love that I have not encountered before. The kind that skips beats and summons butterflies.



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A BOY HAS NEVER LOVED ME



although I wish one had.



So I keep waiting with all my emotions and all this love building inside me.



My heart waiting to thrive.



AND WHEN A BOY FINALLY DOES



Oh my, will my love be so deep for him. It might engrave beneath his bones.



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It had been forever since I had been in your arms. When you embraced me, even though a gesture as old friends, I fell right into you



and fit perfectly.



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You are possibly the most beautiful and intricate human being I have ever met.



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He is the type of person that has the entire night sky in his eyes. There are hurricanes and tornadoes underneath his skin. I swear every word, every breath, generates a windstorm. He holds the entire world in his heart.



I wish I could hold him in my arms.



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To spend a night with you would be marvelous.



Not for any physical pleasures. Do not get me wrong.



Rather to hear your aspirations and goals. What makes you cringe? What makes you smile? I want to know what your childhood was like. What were your troubles? What are your biggest fears? What do you dream about while you sleep? I want you to talk until the pattern of your voice vibrates my teeth and bones. I want to know every piece, every detail about you.



I want your heart. I want the rhythm of my heart to align with the drumming of yours.



I want you and I to not be you and I.



I want you and I to be us.



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