His breath brushed against the skin of my neck as he breathed my hair in deep. The feeling was exhilarating, making me shiver. I swallowed hard, trying not to breath, still as a statue. And then I could feel something soft and quick on the top of my head, what was that? His lips? I wasn't sure. It was hard to believe that something like this could be real. I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, and I would wake up. Was this, what it felt like to love someone this much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both?
I was starting to believe that nothing, in life, happened by accident. Sometimes you had to make things go your own way, even if it took you the rest of your life. Even if it hurt the people you loved. And most of the time, your happiness relied on no one but yourself. You create the life you want so that you can make a dream become a reality. I realized he could be killed today or even tomorrow. I felt such a surge tenderness for him then that I wanted to die.
He was talented. And mysterious. And brilliant. And beautiful. And perfect...
But how could I tell him of his worth without completely spilling my guts on how in love with him I was?