Never Let Me Go.

It’s a house.

It’s a film.

It’s a guy.

Today, today.

In his apartment out of sight, surrounded by the sweet bitter smell of coffee. Our cold fiery hearts were blinded by sight. Every touch, gentle. Every smile, needed. His eyes were fixated on me, and so were mine. I saw the reflection of myself in him, as I tasted his lips blindly. My favourite film, behind beating of his chest. We wished we could run away, but when together that happens; living in our own little bubble, only him and I.

I feel as if my emotions will destroy what we have, I feel he’s perfect and I want to kiss him forever and I’m scared he won’t feel the same, but that’s love. It’s scary, cold, fun, exciting. Let go of your problems, but never let me go.

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