I have had the feeling before. The butterflies. The nerves. I had done the same things before. Blushing when he looked my way or smiled in my general direction. Averting my gaze when our eyes met.
As always, electric shocks would course through my body whenever we touched. The bolts of lightning travelling from the area on my skin where his fingers had briefly brushed against, straight to my heart, piercing it straight through, just as it had done numerous times before.
His scent, like a forest just after the rain, would drive me wild with yearning. His lips, warm and inviting, would whisper such sweet words. Such beautiful promises. The feeling of his soft lips against mine, drawing me in, promising me a forever that would never come to pass, was as addictive as the sweet berry taste of his lips. His lies, which flowed off his tongue like sweet honey, was music to my ears. Making my heart move to his every beat. But for all the tell tale signs of danger, a simple laugh, a single smile, and once again you would be trapped in his virtual warmth, his constricting truth.
It was easy to get lost in his eyes. Eyes like melted chocolate. Sinfully dark and oh so enticing. To any passer by, they were alive and filled with joy. But if you had to look closer, you could see the pools of sadness hidden in them. Slowly, I drew closer to the edge. Peering into the deceptively calm waters, I was tempted to dive in.
He reassured me it was safe. This boy who had the appearance of an angel and the skills of the Devil. This boy who, with just a look, could send my system into overdrive. And so, trusting my heart that was was being held in his hands, I made the leap. And just like that, I was pulled into the depths of his chaos, his madness, swirling around me, intoxicating me until I can no longer breathe without him. Until I drown. With every fibre of my being filled. Filled with him.
