Young love

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Love, is amazing.

Honestly, there’s really nothing like it. Its warm and comforting and oh, so filling. When you’re in love, the emotion fills you up till you reckon you might burst and cover the whole world with the force of your emotion.

It can be found anywhere and with anything; animate or inanimate. However, finding love in another person is arguably the most thrilling, head spinning emotion known to man. you’ve suddenly found your person, you’re slightly obsessed and however cheesy it sounds, you’re waking up to the thought of this person and laying yourself down with the thought of this person. Daydreams are a regular and welcome occurrence; any world where it’s the two of you together, is a perfect one.

You can’t exactly put a finger on it, sometimes there’s really not one particular thing that draws you to them, and sometimes you’re obsessed with their smile, or how they make you feel, the taste of their skin, how they smell; like something uniquely them, like someone you love, you can’t get enough.

Alive, vital and real.

And when you’re together, quite literally, the world fades away. How could it not? Love is light, pushing away the mediocrity and mundaneness of every day life, laughs come easier, your skin is tingling and you’re finding ways to touch them, anywhere and everywhere; taking hands, touching their neck, inhaling, touching, memorizing, feeling.

Being in the presence of your love is heady and addictive.

You have no inhibitions towards them, you feel like, finally, you can let your guard down, how can you not? You’re in love. You can bare your heart to them, after all its already in their hands isn’t it? The red meat alive and pulsing.

And so, you tell them about your desire and your pain and your happiness and you feel light, like air, you’re floating, drunk and euphoric, you’re in love.

When you’re away from them again, you feel a loss, its jarring, you feel almost a surprise that you’re back from your transcendental journey into the clouds with your love. Your heart is almost completely gone, the scraps left only feebly squelch blood through your veins, yearning for the rest of its body.

All that’s left is desire; a desire so fierce you touch yourself and imagine its them, or you imagine they can see you, touching yourself and in your fever dream you make it so that they know you’re doing what you’re doing while thinking of them, its such a rush, getting yourself off while thinking of them. the imagination that they know what you’re doing is your undoing.

It’s a bitter sweet pleasure and it drives you towards your peak. But what makes you finally hit that earth-shattering climax is the force of your love, how it fills you up and detonates your very soul. Explosions of light and desire and love set you off and you climax.

Again, a bitter sweet pleasure.

But now you can fall asleep, slip into the comfort of your dreams because you know, your love awaits you there as well.

There’s just no escaping it, your love.