You're so wonderful. I don't know how you do it.
Laying next to you under the sky and our fingers intertwined so perfectly, this is what peace feels like.
Blue eyes like clear water almost as big as the moon. When you look at me like that I think, "this is what it feels like to really mean something to some one. And for someone to actually mean close to everything to me."
I'm not sure if it's the taste of your menthol cigarettes on your lips that got me addicted or your existence entirely, but I feel so high next to you that it isn't a question on my mind. It isn't a question in my heart anymore. Just the sound of your voice melts the barrier around my heart and vanquishes the demons running around in my head. I feel lighter on my feet, and I know I want this high to run through my veins until the day my blood turns cold.
So, congratulations my love, you've weaseled your way into my heart completely and I am vulnerable to you in every aspect.
