There are days when the sentiment of agony 
trades places with exhilaration at the mere sound of your voice.

Some things I never write in stories
Because one day I want to say them to you.

Nestled up close, the warmth of our bodies tucked in embrace,
Feeling the sweet heat of your breath mingled with mine.

Thoughts unspooled, open and honest
Whispered confessions laid bare.

If we were destined to die tomorrow,
I would tell you I love you today.

As read by the author.