Do that thing with your tongue that makes me forget that you’re a bad guy. Like a really, really bad guy. But in that moment when we’re just two naked people fulfilling our physical needs instead of emotional.
This isn’t your typical love letter.
If we could have gotten over the wounded egos and the bruised pride in order to face the issue head on that we were scared. Because it happened so fast that it made it seem like this was going to fizzle just as quickly.
You’re confused as to why you can’t breathe. You’re not even sure what’s happening. And then you panic. You panic because everything that was right currently isn’t.
If I could tell you anything and want you to know that it’s true it’s this; I will always love who you were to me.
Let me tell you something, it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done to keep my mouth shut about this.
He was my best friend. My confidante. My everything.
You will love them so fully that your definition of love right now isn’t even close to what it feels like.
It’s forgetting what hunger actually feels like because you’re too far gone to remember. Your brain has stopped telling your body that you’re hungry.
Because I’ve never loved someone this much. I’ve never had this much to lose. I’ve never thought about loving someone as deeply and intensely as I love you.