It's like fire against my skin, the feeling of your fingers brushing against mine. Slowly, setting my heart ablaze with heat and longing. The feel of your fingers; back and forward against my neck, across my chest, knowing exactly what you are doing to me, to my heart. You do not falter in your movements, and as you begin to drift asleep with me in your arms, your head rests against my shoulder, and I begin to wonder how I can ever think of you as just my friend, when you make me so weak just by the simplest of touches.
Being just friends with a person because you know it's clearly better that way, despite really liking them is the hardest thing I think i've ever had to deal with emotionally. Even worse when you have someone (two i've just learnt since last night) that you could be with, possibly be happy but can't, because you like this one person to much and being with someone else, feels like your only going to hurt them later on.
Labels: Life, LOVE
So I guess with all things you want to know a little about me then? Sorry to dissapoint you but that's going to have to come later. Right now I'm a little busy to talk about my life but hey look around, read a bit, you might learn something about me you didn't know before.
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