Tell me what you're thinking. What thoughts run through your mind as you look at me? I could stare at you all day and that wouldn't be enough. I wonder if you knew how much effect you had on me. How those hazel eyes could strip off the walls I have build, how your voice could easily calm my demons, how your every touch feels like angels are playing with feathers along my skin, chanting me, drawing me into a world filled with uncertainty. You make me weak and I don't know how that is even possible.

I asked you that night, you looking at me while the shadows dance along the traces of your skin, "Why do you make me feel like this? Then you said "because you make me feel the same way."

You told me this is how I should be feeling, not only now but for the rest of it. You reminded me of what love feels like; the passion, the fire, everything… the connection with someone so strong, it doesn't come very often. Yet I hated how you make me feel at times. How ironic isn't it?