I think I’ve known you my whole life but maybe I just met you yesterday.
Touch me, touch me, touch me.
How have I never, ever felt like this before?
Did my ex’s feel like this or was I also only this shadow of an experience?
Sorry every ex-boyfriend I’ve ever had, you were only a shadow of an experience.
WTF have I been doing with my life, putting up with these shadow of experiences? But then, how could I have known?
I’ve never been more sure of anything than I am about the way I feel about you.
That scares the shit out of me. Let’s move on.
I almost can’t get work done because I spend half the day thinking about how you might not love me, and the other half of the day thinking about when and how I can touch you next. This is killing me; but this is what I wanted.
“We wrapped our dreams in words and patterned the words so that they would live forever, unforgettable.”
— Neil Gaiman
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