My dear! I host a feeling soft and serene, comparable to clouds swirling up through my core, sweet winds unwinding their forms, bringing them up higher and higher still... I draw my breath, a steady intake, and I release these invisible clouds; I feel them leave me, travelling back up to the sky, wherefrom they did originate, where first they were born. You are the feeling which lives inside of me; I hold you like a deep, deep breath, and you sustain me, and you keep me, and you lift me up, high, high above the rest of my surroundings. You are the water that breaks through my eyes' gate of stone. You reach the outside world, you breach the impassable walls, you emerge as if it were nothing; and you absorb the light from the sun, as if it were some gorgeous liquid, and you were some energy sponge. The heat is your orange juice, and the breeze is your glass; you are the draught of a summer day. I feel you, wherever you are. Yesterday, you were. Today, you are. Tomorrow, you will be. I pray that I am with you always.

Which one shall I love? There are two from which to choose; one who's nature is dark and mysterious, the other who floats like a bubble, oblivious, cute, humourous, and very similar to myself in many ways. She is already a friend, but might she be more? And this first one, dark, elusive, mysterious, she is quite unlike myself, but perhaps this is what I desire. She is a woman, whereas the other is still a girl. What does a woman want with me? And what have I to do with a woman? I admit, the curiosity is attractive. And she is quite fine as well. I just don't know. I will continue on, and I will hear what life has to say. The girl and the woman will present themselves to me, and I will select based on my feelings for each one. They will let me know who it is that I shall love, but first like, but first decide to like. Life will let me know, and I will thank life. I will see the girl today, and I will meet the woman tomorrow. The woman has a gift for me, and she had a dream "with me in it" not too long ago. The girl has a smile for me, and she will sit beside me and stare with me out the wide windows that overlook the school parking lot. We will talk, and play the guessing game together before we go to speech class. I may touch her, even hold her hand; we shall see. Oh, frank white space, I am appreciative that you take the time to listen to me; though you have no choice in the matter, I am grateful all the same, because you accept me, and you accept my markings all across and upon yourself. Let life be the same as you, dear frank white space.