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12:05pm

I could barley sleep, All I could think about was the touch of his soft rosy tender lips converging with mine. His impeccably firm warm hands gripping my waist as he pulled me in close. One hand lowered down my back as the other one rose to cup around my pale cheeks as he brushed my hair behind my ear. I was so vulnerable, he put me at ease from the mind of a woman filled with such doubt and dishonesty to herself. He took away my fear yet replaced it with something much worse.
Love!
I wish he never made me feel like this, because now I'm trapped, in uncertainty of time it's self. When I'm with him time stops and is a figment of my imagination. But when I'm alone , I mean really alone , I get taken back. Taken back to remember and never forget.
Him.
It's hard not knowing how to control yourself when your around the person you love. And you may not know it's love yet but when he makes you stomach turn and and feel like emptiness, or your mind confused on what's going to be your next actions, or you just can't get away no matter how hard you try, then that's when you know times stopped. Just you and him, falling, falling in love.
I thought it was just me, I thought something was wrong. I didn't understand what love was. How could a person make me feel so used yet still I loved them? How could a person take every part of sanity from me and replace it with everyday thoughts about them? How could a person be Stoke my absolute trust, with me barley knowing them? How could a person make my body feel great in so many ways?
It was love, but I just didn't see it that way.