The Outlandish Writer

Being in love

I've always thought that while loving someone you shoud feel infinite calm. That's how I know I don't love you.

You make me feel everything but serenity. When I think of you, I start to shake. Maybe that's why you can't understand what I write for you. My pulse accelerates and I'm left without breath. My lips tremble in their urge to kiss you. I remeber your lips and I can't breathe, you take every part of me.

The last time we met was perfect. I could feel the blood running through the veins in my fingers. I was shaking as crazy when I saw your shape in the distance. I wanted so much to be next to you.

My entire body trembled when I felt you again , you kissed me and the air escaped from my lungs. Breathing seemed impossible.

I swore so many times I was not in love with you, I ended up being it. I admit it: I'm madly in love with you. But I'm sitll not sure if that is good or not.

You can't imagine how much I love you. I could go to a desert island just with you, your guitar and something to write, I'd be happy. I could talk only with you for the rest of our days and still wouldn't be tired. I could listen to you playing the guitar every minute of every day and always think it's beautiful.

Damn, I love you.