I want to tell you how fucking beautiful/gorgeous/sexy I think you are. How I could talk to you all night if given the chance. How I feel so in tune with the present moment when I’m with you. How you calm the raging sea inside of me. How I want to reach out and comfort you when you feel low. How sometimes I find it hard to keep my distance and hands to myself. How I can feel our souls scratching and intertwining at the surface begging to stay just a little longer like late teens. How you’re the only one in ages to accept and challenge my gaze. I want to reach out to you so bad and push the boundaries but I don’t out of fear or respect, haven’t figured that out yet. It’s almost like a game now. A game I’m too scared to lose. I’d rather have this then nothing. You are the brightest star in my sky.
Boy to a woman.