I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

It’s the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world. The kind that takes forever and no time at all. His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, “I think,” he says, “my heart is going to explode,” and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever.Because this.This is everything.

I got lost in the feel of him, in the heat of his skin, in the way his body shook when he broke away and I felt like I was dreaming, like I’d forgotten how to think.(...) We broke apart, fighting to breathe, holding on to each other like we were drowning, like we’d been lost, left for dead in a very large expanse of sea.

A volte vorrei gridare, a volte vorrei cedere, vorrei morire sapendo di aver provato che cosa significa vivere con questo bacio, questo cuore, questa dolce dolce esplosione che mi ha fatto sentire come se avessi bevuto un sorso di sole, come se avessi mangiato le nuvole 8, 9 e 10.

It’s the kind of kiss that makes you realize oxygen is overrated.

he says : " please don't shoot me for this " and he kissed me .