How does it feels like to be loved? Simply in loved and be loved?
How does it feels like to share the same skies and same feelings?
In a way that he's ready to learn photographing cause he's well aware how you wanted to be a photographers muse, he learned to draw cause he knows your face so much he accepts the things you called “flaws” but for him, it's “beauty”. How does it feels like to be the topic of all his poems? Cause even in words he can't fully describe how happy he is to have you? How does it feels like dancing in the night so cold and he'll bring your jacket. How does it feels like to be hold by someone and treasures your existence?
How does it feels like to love, and be loved?
