''je t'aime. non, en fait je suis carrément folle de toi''

I stare at him, tell him what's on my mind.
He pulls me closer, whispers softly into my ears. 
I drink up his words.
Rapidly, in a mix of blind happiness and tiredness
Hold his body near mine.
My fingers up and down his lips, such perfect ones.
I'm afraid at some point I'll hug you so strongly that we'll become one.

There's powerful electricity running through every inch of me.
Whenever I see, hear or smell him.
It shakes me to my very core.
It's devastating and fulfilling all at once

I think back to the moment I discovered the rest of my life
Sitting on that bench, I looked up to the  Eiffel Tower.
I shivered like crazy.
Yeah, it was cold indeed.
But also acknowledging those feelings made me tremble even more.



I ached for this
I longed for this

I found him

It's here
I can see it
I can feel it
At ease, finally
I taste every little fucking cliché
Oh my God, how I hate those clichés!
But they're also kind of amazing...
Reassuring me, soothing me, making me a better version of my own self.

They say joy isn't the best source of inspiration
They're so enormously bloody wrong.
I'm not scared of anything anymore.

I finally am ready.