Title: “when you’re silent”
I have to fight myself from you. You’re so addicting but what good could come from this? What more could we produce together than lust? The addictive part is who I become when I’m with you. I love her more than you could ever know… but I adore what we are in those moments. Who I am in those moments. Who you are in those moments. The connection is magnetic, it’s torturous to stay away. I’m not one to stand against the currents of the sea, but, what else can I do?