Loving you feels like listening to a good song on full volume for the first time.
Loving you feels like what rain smells like.
Being with you brings me the same kind of calmness as slicing my arms open. That same rush of of freedom and happiness, but it's permanent.
That same ability to focus on something, but it isn't painful.
That same excitement, that reminder that I'm alive.
Having you in my life is like standing in a thunderstorm I'm not scared of. It's that incredible feeling of safety, immortality, even when everything around me is crumbling.
You make me feel invincible, like I could manage everything, more importantly, like I should live my dreams, like I should do those things that I could do.
When I look at you, I don't just see a home, a future, I see an opportunity to live, to not just exist, a way to feel that I'm really there, that I have air in my lungs and blood in my veins and it's a good thing.
You make me wanna dance, run, scream, sing, feel, you make me wanna be here and now.
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About my life, I guess
Teen FictionDas Rumgejammer eines depri Kindes mit zu viel Zeit. Muss nicht in der Reihenfolge gelesen werden.