The bottom line is that no one else is you. No one else makes my heart race and stop all at once. No one else’s face is seared into my memory, into my heart. No one else’s lips have stained my own so that kissing someone else would be tainted. No one else looks at me the way you do - like you’re seeing me for the first time and I’m the only person you’ve ever seen before. No one else has my heart. Just you. That means something. It means everything.
fckenjournal(confessions from my amateur heart)