• The beat of my heart loses its rhythm at the thought of him. Joy. Enchantment. His smile lightens me, cools me down to my core. Rejuvenation. Revitalization. My cold heart, he warms, brought to life. Butterflies. Blushing. He so sexy... like a fantasy... a dream... paradise in the form of a man. Idolization. Fantasize. Wanting to be with him, to hold him, to be held by him. Love. Admiration. Wanting my life to be him, wanting to be his life, loving and wanting to be love. Thinking. Contemplating. Not ever wanting to part with him. Panic. Scared. What if i lose him, What if he turns me away? Terror. Nightmare. What if he leaves, what if he doesnt care? Sadness. Depression. I take a few deep breaths to try and think past the devastational errors. Compassion. Reaction. As my soul takes that leap of faith in the paradox of the colors my heart has painted. Beautiful. Gravitational. The art work of a misunderstood artist with compassion for this man. Misery. Eternity. Its like drowning in the sensation that he does exist, but he is to far from your outstretched reach. Fighting. Enemy. I turned out be the one who is hurting myself over him, not being able to feel just happiness. Hopelessness. Faithless. Feeling the desperate need to fight everyone and everything to be together for him, knowing i could fall and maybe just maybe... no one would catch me... Happy? Ending? Not in my world... Speechless.

    Brilliant. Refreshing. Inspirational. Adonis. Nirvana.