Wonderwall

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•Wonderwall•

"I don't know when i started loving you
Now, it's all that i can do.
Heaven is a place I know, when i'm with you."
-heaven is a place, amber run
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—R o s e

Sometimes we're too oblivious to our feelings. We feel too many things at the same time—good things of course, but we fail to recognize what those feelings truly are.

Warm, sensational and powerful. Those were the three words to describe exactly what those feeling were to me and I knew exactly who was the cause of them—him.

I always failed to come into terms with them, to put a label on them. My emotions whenever I was with him were always scattered, chaotic and electrical providing a good tinge of electricity to jot through my body.

I've been in love before, but nothing felt like this. Nothing felt this good, no spark, no flame affected me this way.

And I knew I was in too deep. This man was capable of crumbling my heart in a flash, destroying every bit of me with a single snap of a finger.

But again, heartbreak from him never sounded so good.

My thoughts drowned me in the early morning, bombarding me as I laid in his embrace— on my spot to be exact.

The sun beamed on us, shining as brighter as ever as if she smiled widely down upon us. The beach waves crashed into the shore creating lovely relaxing sounds in the early morning.

Everything felt perfect, and maybe a little too perfect due to being in his arms. He added a beautiful touch into my life, giving me a real reason to look forward to the next day.

We ended up getting back to his house yesterday to get some sleep after an unforgettable night that I will never fail but remember each minor detail of.

Once we woke up this morning, we found ourselves getting back here again as the beach was now printed to be our place.

His arms surrounded me, securing me in his hold. We didn't necessarily share much words but rather just lay in silence on the beach blanket. The atmosphere was peaceful as nobody was there and that was understandable since it was still way too early in the morning .

My bare legs intertwined with his. I felt his hand playing with some strands of my hair and the more he pulled a loving move on me, the more I relaxed under his touch.

"What you thinking about?" his raspy voice unexpectedly made an appearance.

I sat there staring blankly ahead as I shrugged. "Nothing."

I contemplated my thoughts and wether I should spill them to him. I didn't want to get hooked too soon but I was and It was scaring me.

"It doesn't seem like nothing. What's the matter?" he held my chin up, raising my head so I could meet his weakening gaze.

His look was slightly worried but mostly confused and that was clear from his furrowed knitted eyebrows.

I bit the insides of my cheek, not breaking eye contact. I wanted to be honest, and now was the time. "Gray, I'm scared."