You know, sometimes even when two people love each other the universe still conspires against them, forces them apart.

I’m an anchor and he is the sea and I sink into his tenderness as he presses my hand to his heart.

Not the way he looks, but specifically the way he looks at me threatens my inhibitions. It’s all greedy yearning.

If my time loving you has taught me anything, it’s that love grows with every returned smile, every second of communal silence and every word exchanged. Unconditional love is built and when it’s finished nothing destroys it.

My dark secret is I’ve always wished I was Gatsby. As heartbroken as he was and as horrible a fate as he endured, I admired that he loved. It’s a difficult thing to do.

Love, deep and pure, it opens my heart. It feels like a magical force, one I’d fight to protect, one I’d die to keep.

His warmth fills the space between my heartbeats. I don’t know what it is about him, but he lures me in so effortlessly and tangles my heart in a net.

Love isn’t governed by logic or understanding. You don’t enter into it like an agreement. It crashes down on you. You wake up one morning and realize the reason you can’t take your eyes off someone is because you’re in love with them.