I touched you and the lightning went directly to my head. We walked forward through the sparks of light that surrounded us, our fingers intertwined. The way your eyes scanned my face felt like the rain falling from the clouds. You make me crazy, you make my head spin.
He isn’t average, and he isn’t normal; he’s not the type to shoot down dreams. He scares me and drains me but I don’t care anymore because it feels like home with him no matter where we are. My feet still tingle when I think of the cold floors of the stores we adventured to and I can’t help but think that everything I’ve been through has led me to this: my happy place.
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