Humbled
I've said it a thousand times in a thousand different ways. She has my heart. I'm pitifully in love with her. I'm broken before her. She could crush me if she wanted to. Not only am I more in love with her than any woman I've ever known, but I'm also more attracted to her than any woman I've ever know. She blows all of my fantasy scenarios out the window. A woman like that, is she even real? It's embarrassing how much I love her. Still. Now. At this moment. I pine for her. I crave her. My heart thumps loudly when I think of her. I feel blood flowing places I haven't felt it flow in a long time. I come alive. But she's nowhere. She's just in my head and heart. She's touched me. In those secret places where I don't let anyone else go, she's there. I trusted her, and I let her right in. With arms open wide, I welcomed her. The aching. Oh, the aching. It's like a sickness. I'm lovesick, I suppose. What else can it ...