Someone once told me that I could not love another, without loving the idea of love. Of course I couldn't understand them at that time, but I do now more then ever. Love is such a fragile being. It's more then a word in a dictionary, it's a feeling. A feeling every human being longs for. Love is a person, a person that makes you feel like you belong, like no one else matters. And maybe it was his smile that entranced me. A smile as bright as the millions of stars my galaxy lacked. One by one my stars ignited, filling my galaxy with millions of little stars, each one left by his gentle touch. Or maybe it was his eyes. Such a beautiful brown honey color, like the most extravagant leaves in the crisp autumn air in fall. Drawing me in like neverbefore. It could've been the way he ran his fingers through his hair. So gentle and yet, so elegant. Maybe it was the way my body longed for his. Pleasures I had never felt before, like lightning bringing me back to life. My voice called for him and my body yearned for his touch. His lips on mine, as we felt how much we longed for each other. Maybe it was his voice. His voice sounded like an Angel to me. Calming me in my worst moments, and making me laugh in my best. His voice became an addiction to me. His every move, his every breath, his whole being, has become an addiction. An addiction that not even the worst of people could tear me from.
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