To be quite honest, finding the right words to encapsulate my thoughts about you is intimidating. But you take my mind higher than the clouds and shine brighter than any star could try to achieve.

So it's more than worth it.

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In this world where chaos and stress are the norms, having this source of happiness means absolutely everything.

You are my everything.

Those brown eyes holding me tender as we dance through these days in laughter and love. God, I can rest easy in your arms forever. Slowly but surely, seeds of you have been planted in me, and my garden grows with love blooming from my veins and your words becoming my roots. Through the weeds your smile manages to light up the sky with more colors than any sunset painted. You've sent me flying over those bright nights, over the moon and beyond, leaving me with no intention of coming back down. You've left me awestruck and numb in the most beautiful way possible, and never cease to leave me staring at the sun wondering how life managed to align the stars as perfectly as it did.

Still at a loss of words, with a whole lot of love to give, my heart is full and I'll continue to pour out my appreciation.

Thank you, with all my love.

Writing is like falling in love; scary, stunning, difficult, amazing, big sweeping gestures, and falling from a plane... but it's worth it.

It’s a warm rush.
Talking to you,
Thinking about you.

I feel these things, feelings, stirring in me.
These things, feelings, all feel right:
Nothing there but you,
Me,
And a right
Feeling.

These thoughts,
Emotions,
Fill me up,
And are barely expelled for the fear of the unknown.
But with you there is no fear.
But with you there is all fear.

It’s a warm rush.
Getting lost in you,
Finding a purer me,
Coming together to shame the stars’ lack of brilliance.  

I’m allured to the point of no return.
It’s okay,
I prefer to drift away in your deep sea anyways.

It’s a warm rush.

Similar to the aftermath of alcohol:
Sleek,
Warm,
And tingly.

Potentially dangerous, but you indulge just for the thrill of the effect.
However with you,
It’s a sleeker feeling.
A warmer feeling.
The tingly sensation circles my body, runs all over,
And feels almost as perpetual as the bottles gone through.

You’ll always be more dangerous,
As dangerous to the point where it’s necessary to keep exploring in order to find the perfect balance between beauty and madness.
But that sliver of madness is so appealing;
I keep chasing and chasing and chasing,
Realizing I’m just dreaming in circles, but not shifting direction.

It’s a warm rush.
I never want to forget the rush.

Please don’t forget the rush.

Because I am the extreme,
I have one toe dipped in the pool of insanity while the rest of my body is soaked in numbness.
Because I am the extreme,
I have a high like Halloween sprinkles on a ice cream cone or like classic rock on a lazy Sunday drive.
Because I am the extreme,
I have a low like a tear drenched pillow on your all too familiar bed or like the sound of your voice explaining why you left me.
Because I am the extreme,
I'm going to love you until I hate you and hate you until
I love you
I love you
I love you
Because I am the extreme.

Part 1

Because I was a part of my mother once,
and her essence is cherry blossoms,
her mind is  streaming warmth
and nothing that is from her can be insignificant.