Consumed by thoughts so badly I ache. I love in a desperate way.
Desperate Way
Happy
"Happy" isn't what she hoped it would be, love is a mystery - desire a depth haunted by inevitable imperfections.
More Than Life
I love more than life itself.
Strangers
Something about her, she seemed so sure but so sad too. He wanted to know her, and yet, they were strangers never to speak to each other. He couldn't stop staring.
Indecipherable
She feels unmoored - he is so entirely mysterious indecipherable, and the days spent alone with him seem effortless.
Possessed
She is possessed by love.
Helpless
I am helpless with lips grazing my skin, fingers around my ear, and my every hair standing on end.
Settle
I don't want to settle.
The Feeling
He was so beautiful, the feeling of having come home grew and past rejection did abate.
Anyone Else
She couldn't think of anyone else, he was the best thing that had happened to her heart.
