Then he touched me, and I was so scared to touch him back because I have a tendency to ruin anything that my fingertips come in contact with.
For callused hands, his touch is so soft.
When he kisses me, I never want him to stop.
I don’t like the way my bed feels when he leaves because it’s so much better when he’s there.
I touch him carefully, because I can see it in his eyes and I know it’s on the tip of his tongue.
He’s felt it for a while, but I can’t ruin him.
I can’t break him like I break everything else, because I might destroy us both in the process.
When I swore to myself I would never feel that again, I didn’t realize that I was right.
What I’m feeling could turn into everything, and so much more”
What is love?
He will take you by surprise,
and you won’t notice the first steps
that turn to falling.
When you make room for him,
be careful what you throw away.
When he stomps around your heart
like he owns the place,
remember who was there first.
And do not lose yourself.