Didn’t mean to always gravitate towards you, to orbit you, to linger. To find reasons, silly ones, to be near, to touch you. Unfortunately, gravity has less of a hold on me than you do.
October is the month of horror but also of romance because what is love if not being willing to reveal your heart to somebody despite knowing there is a chance it might be violently clawed out of your chest? What’s more terrifying than that?
i want you to want me as i want you. desperately. i want to make you shiver from my touch. i want to hear your voice, breathless and shaky. oh, i want you to say my name like a prayer. full of devotion.
i slept a total of two full hours in the last three days. i woke up drenched in my cold sweat and i can't stop the shakes hallucinating thoughts of you.
‘You’re so annoying,’ I say, but it comes out too soft, dripping so much fondness, it couldn’t be anything but a compliment. I hope you annoy me forever.
