The Taste Of Your Heart

Can You Feel Me?

[Reader's POV]

It has been months since I first saw you. Your mere existence became a miracle for me. I fell in love, for the first time in a long while.

Your smile, your voice, your everything, took over my life. The happiness I felt from seeing you was something quite new to me. I had taken hours to question myself... what is it that I felt for you.

But I came to realize my emotions soon enough.

The day you came close to my reach, I almost started crying out of happiness. How could I be so lucky I wondered.

I could see you up close, and God... you turned out to be more perfect than I imagined. I thought I knew how beautiful you were before that day, but I was completely wrong.

My eyes kept going over every detail, marking every inch of your body. I couldn't get my eyes off of you and to be honest, I wasn't trying my best to look away either.

The moment I touched you, I felt my heart swell up. You felt so blissful underneath my fingers, as I kept stroking your skin slowly.

Was it possible to feel what I was feeling? No... it was something rather unusual. The feeling of holding you, of rubbing your cheek, of resting on your body... it felt extraordinary.

Never had I felt such a thing, such a feeling of safeness and warmth. How do you do it I wonder...

How do you make me this way... make me feel like I have never felt before, feel like the happiest person alive, feel as if I am above and beyond everything.

I hope you realize how desperately I crave for you, for your touch, for your presence and for your whole being. You know don't you?

I know you do, which is why you are here with me right now.

But...

I wish I could feel you breathing, to feel your heart race, to feel your soft lips touch mine... to feel you be alive.

If just a picture can make me lose my sanity, what will I ever do when I meet the real you. Will I feel all the same things?... No, no I won't.

Everything I feel know, will look miniscule compared to the latter. I know I can feel more love for you than I already do, I know.

If only you had an idea of how much you mean to me, you would be thrilled. I doubt I can ever love another man like this.

But it is rather peculiar, satisfying myself just by your image, a print on mere paper... oh well, nobody would understand my heart anyway so why try?

No one can understand what I have for you. Very few people have felt what I feel. Everyday you give me pleasure and that is all that keeps me breathing.

I know what you are made of but whenever I touch you, I tell myself "Ah, this is what heaven feels like".