via Wolf Eyes
It was in the middle of the night, and everything around me was so peaceful and sound, but my heart was racing very fast and there were carousels and raging waterfalls and loud music bands inside of me. The beautiful confusion was so much in harmony while his arms were strongly wrapped around me. I was at that point where I felt so free and not afraid of how I felt about anything.
I was thinking about how we believe that the way to live life to its max is to kiss strangers, be foolish at once and dive into foreign oceans, not knowing that to really live life is to learn how to honestly love yourself.
He wanted me to write something about him, just like I have often written about boys that I had met. But he didn`t know that this time I was influenced to write out of love… and this made so much difference. I didn`t write about him because I was broken, or sad, or disappointed, or taken for granted. It`s different because he was the only one who I annoyed every night because I wanted to keep staring at him until I was too sleepy and couldn`t open my eyes any longer. He was the only one who I couldn`t get enough of his taste. He was the only one who I woke up with, multiple times when I was so lost and needed to find myself. He was the one who I have been to the city of my dreams with… and he was the only one with wolf eyes, and I was completely, absolutely in love. In love with both, his face and his soul.