I have fields upon fields of words I wish I could say to you, that Im itching for you to hear, but every time I have you in the flesh, all I can muster up the courage to do is graze my fingers across the ridges of your skin and hold on to the rare moment I get to stare into the face of something so beautifully raw- the only thing in this world that can make my heart stop dead. You and that smile of yours












