I will remember every curve in your body. I will remember every line in your face. I will remember how your eyes beams with your lips. I will remember every scar and every bruise you acquired doing whatever it is you considered your “thing” back then. I will remember that intriguing flaw just beneath your arm. I will remember that fascinating mark on your rib cage.
It’s going to taste, feel, and be like heaven. Like every part of your body is consumed by his presence, like every atomic component inside you was set on flames every time he looks at you and keeps his attention fixed on you, like every thing inside you is experiencing this great salacity for his warmth to be near you. However, you must also expect the worst, the dreadful ugly parts of being in love. The kind that is able to kill you from the inside out.