the burrow where I hide from the world, might just be with him
Being in love with him feels so real, and somehow the last chord to this reality hits the hardest with the way how he loves me. Time feels like it is moving forwards in leaps of days as I look at him, and then I just want to go on to see him for centuries and lifetimes. A touch feels so hot that it might burn me, and then I want to have burn scar all over my body and still want him to touch me. A kiss feels so heart-shaking that it might tear out of my body and yet it will jump with excitement because I am kissing him, and I wouldn't even care it happens; wanting to just kiss him more. He loves me in a way so silly, that it makes me feel all giddy. Yet I just want to be more and more insane in it. And somehow, all of this makes sense because I am in love with the right one . When I remind myself that I am in a love like this, I feel a whole new excitement with calm gratitude of being loved in such a way and love him in my way. It feels like I am a kid, finally us...