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In all my wildest dreams, love fills up my senses like being caught up in a thunder storm. Running, and running losing my breath, wet through to my skin, and with every crash of thunder and every strike of lightning, all at once — I feel a little fear and a little excitement.
I remember how you touched me in the morning, your hands everywhere sending the hairs on my neck into a state of shock. Your breathless whispers speaking of our forever, rang loud alarms — that echoed of love and misadventures between my ears.
Then came the lonely hours after midnight, because you told me you needed more time — to figure out how you felt about the idea of us. So, you disappeared out of my sight, yet your memories were all I could see — haunting everything around me. All I had left — was your scent on my sheets and the bittersweet taste of your name in my mouth.
Now, it’s a Thursday afternoon, a quarter past three, my phone rings and you say ‘hello, it’s me.’ I’m caught up in a thunder storm all over again, wet through and losing my breath, and all at once — I’m filled with a little fear and a little excitement.
