There were times when I was with him and it was too much. Does that make sense? When someone stirs a world of emotion on you and it's so intense you can barely stand to be with him.
During those moments, I wanted so desperately to leave
To go home, walk into my bedroom, and shut the door behind me. Crawl into bed and lay there in the dark, tracing the outline of lips with my fingers. Replaying everything he said, everything we did. I wanted to be left alone with nothing other than my thoughts of him.
