i imagine his lips on mine.
soft and delicate,
kissing me with passion.
i remember his arms around my waste.
i felt so safe there.
and as he whispered "i love you",
i was lost in my own emotions,
my own thoughts and memories.
and now when i look at him,
i imagine everything i could do with him.
but i won't.
scary thing isn't it?
commitment?
