“Despite my big fear of falling in love again, I couldn’t get enough. I’m addicted, to love, to him, to his kisses, his touch, his voice, his laugh, his smile, his eyes, his taste, his skin and most importantly, the way he makes me feel.
I feel so live, like I’ve always been black and white and suddenly I get splashed with vibrant colours. Even if I do burn for falling so hard, this moment of feeling alive is very much worth dying for any moment later.
For once I’m no longer just surviving, I am alive!”—(Anonymous)