You took me home. I think it was like one in the morning. We had been out with friends and I was a bit drunk. I remember you carrying my purse all night so I wouldn't leave it somewhere and keeping my phone in your pocket, you holding my hand whenever we were walking somewhere, making sure I stayed with you, close to you.
When we got home I don't remember what we did. The only thing I remember was you sitting in your computer chair and me sitting in your lap. Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran was playing and our faces were close, my nose brushing against yours, my hands on your neck and in your hair. We sang sweetly and softly to each other. I still remember how I felt in that moment. I'm surprised my heart didn't explode.
How can you love someone this much? It knocks the wind out of my chest and knocks me off my feet. I'm constantly baffled by it. I love this human being more than I've ever loved anything, or anyone. I don't even know what to do with this much love, all these feelings. Sometimes I feel like a ticking time bomb and I'm just waiting till I explode. I want to give into it, but I'm still terrified.
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Non-Fiction"And when you're sitting on the side of the road crying over what feels like the best god damn thing you ever had - well, at least you had it." Bear with me... This is quite the roller coaster ride, and that roller coaster ride is my relationship.
