I’ve always wondered if people can share the same fantasies. The same sensational residue from the passion running down our lips. The same moment of loss breath and constantly moving electricity. The same feeling of being open and afraid. I would say you take my breath away, but that’s just a cliche. Because quite frankly, I gave my heart over to you giving you a closer view of the rhythm it creates when you’re around. A small drop from the depth of my emotions. I’m floating. So let me take this time and give you this small token. You’re in my fantasy. I’m not here to convince you otherwise, but I’ll be here until you realize.
- the late bloomer