Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.
We made love before ever laying a finger on each other. Caressed our souls in ways that most can’t even fathom… it was true magic.
We lose ourselves in the things we love. We find ourselves there, too.
A serious girl, when she finds someone who calms her spirit and quiets her busy thoughts, will love you so fiercely, it will defy even her own logic and reasoning.
I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where my heart was once.
I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.
Live in such a way that if someone spoke badly of you, no one would believe it.