No matter what I do, I can't stop thinking about her.
I didn't think I was ready for this yet. Ready to love. I thought I needed time, that my heart was not prepared to open up to someone again.
But I was wrong...quite much so.
When I see her face, I smile. When she smiles, I laugh. When she laughs, my chest feels tight and I can't wipe this stupid grin off my face.
I fall asleep thinking about her, wondering if she's in a good mood. I dream about her, holding her in my arms, making her sign with contentment, making her feel safe and trusted. I wake up with her voice in my head, replaying the conversations we've had and wishing to hear her as soon as possible. She's on my thoughts all day, every day, and when we talk, all that matters in the world is her.
I'm obsessed. I want to hold her tight, feel her warmth against my skin, feel her breath as she relaxes against me, smell her musk as we relax together. I want to make her smile, giggle, laugh, moan, and gasp. I want to feel her heartbeat against my palm as we fall asleep together. I want to hear her call me those wonderful names again, and I want to call her 'my little girl' again.
It doesn't stop. I think I'm in love, and I am so terrified to tell her.
I didn't think I was ready for this yet. Ready to love. I thought I needed time, that my heart was not prepared to open up to someone again.
But I was wrong...quite much so.
When I see her face, I smile. When she smiles, I laugh. When she laughs, my chest feels tight and I can't wipe this stupid grin off my face.
I fall asleep thinking about her, wondering if she's in a good mood. I dream about her, holding her in my arms, making her sign with contentment, making her feel safe and trusted. I wake up with her voice in my head, replaying the conversations we've had and wishing to hear her as soon as possible. She's on my thoughts all day, every day, and when we talk, all that matters in the world is her.
I'm obsessed. I want to hold her tight, feel her warmth against my skin, feel her breath as she relaxes against me, smell her musk as we relax together. I want to make her smile, giggle, laugh, moan, and gasp. I want to feel her heartbeat against my palm as we fall asleep together. I want to hear her call me those wonderful names again, and I want to call her 'my little girl' again.
It doesn't stop. I think I'm in love, and I am so terrified to tell her.
