"Falling in love seems to have a similar effect on the brain as using cocaine..."
I drank too much wine, two nights ago- the twilight of my Birthday.
He had wrapped himself around me and even though his sheets seemed to have been turned into the artic... my cheeks were flushing hot and every time he touched my skin, i swear i could feel his fingertips singe me deeply.
I couldn't keep still and he just smiled.
I realized, for the first true time in the existence of the Boy in my life- that I was in love.
I won't go into gory details of what every girl must feel their first time of realization... but I can say that when I told him, he never held me tighter.
I've never needed something so much, as I do him throughout the day.
He told me, "If it wasn't for gravity, I swear I would be floating every time you said those words..." And I just melt. He makes my body temperature rise and everyone notices that my blushing comes from something other than embarrassment.
I am teased, to no end- about being in love.
Who knew that the little warrior would even admit as such?
But I finally did, finally opened up my heart long enough for him to make his way stealthily in. He takes pride in showing his care for me; never phased but what the others say...
And the way he kisses me in the morning...
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He called my name, as the clock struck three- that late night.
"Snow... Snow don't do this..."
And all I cold make out as my footsteps grew away from him, was his silhouette against the lone street light.
I needed to clear my mind, push everything to the sides so I could make a visible path through it all. This night air carried his words and pushed them through my hair as it swept in waves behind me. I had not realized I was moving so quickly.
Anything to get away from what I had just admitted.
I closed my eyes, as I was carried forward-
pushed away from reality... the dream folded itself over me like a calming blanket and I relished in the escape.
What do you do when the insides of your heart are pounding against your rib cage to be let out into the open? What happens when your vulnerabilities are placed in your palms; stitched into the lines of age... As though trying to tell you, "You're so young..."
"Please make everything stop."
I find myself whispering gently.
But here I am, not being able to take another stop- having just realized, yet again- that I have been planted in the same spot for more than just a moment...
He had finally caught up with me, he held me- tightly from behind and just sighed.
"Don't leave me..."
